"I do think you are wrong,--very wrong, indeed; and if you persist in this I am afraid I must say that I shall think you wicked. Of course Mr. Grey cannot like you to travel with George Vavasor."
"And why not, aunt?" Alice, as she asked this question, turned round and confronted Lady Macleod boldly. She spoke with a steady voice, and fixed her eyes upon the old lady's face, as though determined to show that she had no fear of what might be said to her.
"Why not, Alice? Surely you do not wish me to say why not."
"But I do wish you to say why not. How can I defend myself till the accusation is made?"

"I do think you are wrong, very wrong indeed; and if you persist in this I am afraid I shall think you wicked. Of course Mr. Grey cannot like you to travel with George Vavasor."
"And why not, aunt?" Alice turned round and confronted Lady Macleod boldly. She spoke with a steady voice, and fixed her eyes upon the old lady's face.
"Surely you do not wish me to say."
"But I do wish you to say why not. How can I defend myself till the accusation is made?"
