I had to say that about lessons, and that kind of thing--I
didn't want to set her against me--but I've ... Well!--why should I be
ashamed, I should like to know?"--she broke out, shrilly, sitting erect,
her face flushing deeply, her eyes on fire. "If some one owes you
something--why shouldn't you come and get it? Diana owes my mother
_money!_--a lot of money!--and we can't afford to lose it. Mother's
awfully sweet about Diana--she said, 'Oh no, it's unkind'--but I say
it's unkind to _us_, not to speak, when we all want money so bad--and
there are the boys to bring up--and--"
"Miss Merton--I'm very sorry--but really I cannot let you talk to me of
Miss Mallory's private affairs. It would neither be right--nor
honorable. You must see that. She will be in by tea-time herself.
Please!--"
Muriel's tone was gentle; but her attitude was resolution itself. Fanny
Merton stared at the frail slim creature in her deep widow's black; her
color rose.
"Oh, very well. Do as you like!--I'm agreeable! Only I thought
perhaps--as you and Diana seem to be such tremendous friends--you'd like
to talk it over with me first. I don't know how much Diana knows; and I
thought perhaps you'd give me a hint.
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