Mrs.Hollingford dropped her work in dismay.
"My love," she said, "what do you mean?
I do not understand.

What do my looks say that you cannot bear ?" "Oh, Mrs.Hollingford," I said, covering my burning cheeks with my hands, "you must know what I mean.

You look at me, and look at me, and I see what is in your mind.

How can I help it ?" "My dear," said she, "is it anything about John ?" "Yes," said I desperately, "it is about John.

You think I want to take him from you, and I do not, and I never will, and I have told him so.