It is unkind, Aunty--unkind." Hope was almost sobbing.
"Has he once said he was sorry ?" asked Mrs.Simcoe.

"Has he told you so this morning ?" "Of course he is sorry, Aunty.

How could he help it?
Do you suppose he is a brute?
Do you suppose he hasn't ordinary human feeling?
Why do you treat him so ?" Hope asked the question almost fiercely.
Mrs.Simcoe sat profoundly still, and said nothing.

Her face seemed to grow even more rigid as she sat.

But suddenly turning to the proud young girl who stood at her side, her bosom heaving with passion, she drew her toward her by both hands, pulled her face down close to hers, and kissed her.
Hope sank on her knees by the side of Mrs.Simcoe's chair.