I do wish we had never done it," Eleanor murmured pitifully.
"I am ashamed of you, Eleanor," Miss Penfold said coldly.

"You are worse than a child with your laments and complainings.

What have we done?
Nothing.

We have no certainty that there is a will in existence; and if we had, it's not our business to assist to carry out a monstrous wrong against ourselves, and to put that woman's son as master here.

How many times have we talked this over, and it's always the same.