She had accepted bread, and shelter, and the very clothes on her back from her aunt's bounty, and had rejected even the hand of her benefactress the first moment that she had bread, and shelter, and clothes of her own.

And here was Lady Linlithgow down-stairs in the parlour, and sending up her love to her niece! "I won't see her!" said Lizzie.
"You had better see her," said Frank.
"I can't see her!" said Lizzie.

"Good gracious, my dear--what has she come for ?" "She says it's very important," said Miss Macnulty.
"Of course you must see her," said Frank.

"Let me get out of the house, and then tell the servant to show her up at once.

Don't be weak now, Lizzie, and I'll come and find out all about it to-morrow." "Mind you do," said Lizzie.