"You don't even understand my condition."
"I'm sure you're right, then: you must be right about everything."
"That's not in the least true, and I don't care a fig whether you're sure or not. Please let me go."
He had barred her way, he kept her longer. "I'll go and speak to your mother myself!"
Even in the midst of another emotion she was amused at the air of audacity accompanying this declaration. Poor Captain Jay might have been on the point of marching up to a battery. She looked at him a moment; then she said: "You'll be disappointed!"
"Disappointed?"
"She's much more proper than grandmamma, because she's much more amiable."
"Dear Miss Tramore—dear Miss Tramore!" the young man murmured helplessly.
"You'll see for yourself. Only there's another condition," Rose went on.
"Another?" he cried, with discouragement and alarm.
"You must understand thoroughly, before you throw in your lot with us even for a few days, what our position really is."
"Is it very bad?" asked Bertram Jay artlessly.
"No one has anything to do with us, no one speaks to us, no one looks at us."
"Really?" stared the young man.
"We've no social existence, we're utterly despised."
