"You'll be a godmother to--him?
And you know what he is--what I am?
Her ladyship has told you ?" "Yes," said Celia, in a low voice.
"And you come here to me: you offer to--to do this! Don't you know that I was driven from my place, the place in which I was born, that every woman I've met, excepting her ladyship, would like to throw a stone at me?
Why are you different from the others ?" "I don't know," said Celia, simply.

"Perhaps it's because Lady Gridborough told me the whole story.

But I'm--you see, I'm young, like yourself; and though I've mixed in the world, perhaps I haven't learnt to feel hardly as some of the folks you speak of do.

I was going to say that I pity you, Susie; but I won't say that.

I like you, I like to see you when you're looking at the child." Susie turned away, her bosom heaving; there were no tears in her eyes, she had already wept them dry.
"And you mustn't look at me as if I were a stranger, as if I had come to see you out of impertinent curiosity only; I want to come to see you very often.