But before that, I treated you, Miss Foster, with a discourtesy, a forgetfulness, that you can't, that you oughtn't to forget; I made no plans for your amusement; I gave you none of my time.

On your first visit to Rome, I let you mope away day after day in that stifling garden, without taking a single thought for you.

I even grudged it when Mrs.Burgoyne looked after you.

To be quite, quite frank, I grudged your coming to us at all.

Yet I was your host--you were in my care--I had invited you.