You promised to tell me the truth--at least.' 'It's so ungrateful of me, but--but, though I know you care for me, and I like to have you with me, I'd--I'd even sacrifice you, if that would bring me what I want.' 'My poor little darling! I know that state of mind.

It doesn't lead to good work.' 'You aren't angry?
Remember, I do despise myself.' 'I'm not exactly flattered,--I had guessed as much before,--but I'm not angry.

I'm sorry for you.

Surely you ought to have left a littleness like that behind you, years ago.' 'You've no right to patronise me! I only want what I have worked for so long.

It came to you without any trouble, and--and I don't think it's fair.' 'What can I do?
I'd give ten years of my life to get you what you want.
But I can't help you; even I can't help.' A murmur of dissent from Maisie.