"And, is this wanton baggage to keep mine?
Is she to disgrace a household that has grown too nice to contain your son ?" "My lord! Oh, my lord, give me leave to go," Hortensia entreated.
"Ay, go," sneered her ladyship.

"Go! You had best go--back to him.

What for did ye leave him?
Did ye dream there could be aught to return to ?" Hortensia turned to her guardian again appealingly.

But her ladyship bore down upon her, incensed by this ignoring; she caught the girl's wrist in her claw-like hand.

"Answer me, you drab! What for did you return?
What is to be done with you now that y' are soiled goods?
Where shall we find a husband for you ?" "I do not want a husband, madam," answered Hortensia.
"Will ye lead apes in hell, then?
Bah! 'Tis not what ye want, my fine madam; 'tis what we can get you; and where shall we find you a husband now ?" Her eye fell upon Mr.Caryll, standing by one of the windows, a look of profound disgust overplaying the usually immobile face.