"There are so many things I want to do here, and one can do nothing if every one is against you.
People would be friends with you and me--and with papa too,--through us.
Some of them wish to be kind"-- she added insistently, thinking of Aldous Raeburn's words and expression as he bent to her at the gate--"I know they do.

And if we can't hold our heads high because--because of things in the past--ought we to be so proud that we won't take their hands when they stretch them out--when they write so kindly and nicely as this ?" And she laid her fingers almost piteously on the note upon her knee.
Mrs.Boyce tilted the silver urn and replenished the tea-pot.

Then with a delicate handkerchief she rubbed away a spot from the handle of a spoon near her.
"You shall go," she said presently--"you wish it--then go--go by all means.

I will write to Miss Raeburn and send you over in the carriage.
One can put a great deal on health--mine is quite serviceable in the way of excuses.

I will try and do you no harm, Marcella.