What she did say was: "But you know you can't stay here.

God is not going to keep up this way of things for you; can you ask it, seeing you don't care a straw what he wants of you?
But I have sometimes thought, What if hell be just a place where God gives everybody everything she wants, and lets everybody do whatever she likes, without once coming nigh to interfere! What a hell that would be! For God's presence in the very being, and nothing else, is bliss.

That, then, would be altogether the opposite of heaven, and very much the opposite of this world.

Such a hell would go on, I suppose, till every one had learned to hate every one else in the same world with her." This was beyond Hesper, and she paid no attention to it.
"You can never, in your sober senses, Mary," she said, "mean that God requires of me to do things for Mr.Redmain that the servants can do a great deal better! That would be ridiculous--not to mention that I oughtn't and couldn't and wouldn't do them for any man!" "Many a woman," said Mary, with a solemnity in her tone which she did not intend to appear there, "has done many more trying things for persons of whom she knew nothing." "I dare say! But such women go in for being saints, and that is not my line.

I was not made for that." "You were made for that, and far more," said Mary.
"There are such women, I know," persisted Hesper; "but I do not know how they find it possible." "I can tell you how they find it possible.