I wish it were." "My poor dear child," cried Miss Crawley, who was always quite ready to be sentimental, "is our passion unrequited, then?
Are we pining in secret?
Tell me all, and let me console you." "I wish you could, dear Madam," Rebecca said in the same tearful tone.
"Indeed, indeed, I need it." And she laid her head upon Miss Crawley's shoulder and wept there so naturally that the old lady, surprised into sympathy, embraced her with an almost maternal kindness, uttered many soothing protests of regard and affection for her, vowed that she loved her as a daughter, and would do everything in her power to serve her.
"And now who is it, my dear?
Is it that pretty Miss Sedley's brother?
You said something about an affair with him.

I'll ask him here, my dear.

And you shall have him: indeed you shall." "Don't ask me now," Rebecca said.

"You shall know all soon.

Indeed you shall.