"I hope to come soon," she said in a low voice, "as soon as Miss Crawley is better--and return to--to the dear children."
"You've said so these three months, Becky," replied Sir Pitt, "and still you go hanging on to my sister, who'll fling you off like an old shoe, when she's wore you out. I tell you I want you. I'm going back to the Vuneral. Will you come back? Yes or no?"
"I daren't--I don't think--it would be right--to be alone--with you, sir," Becky said, seemingly in great agitation.

"I hope to come soon," she said in a low voice, "and return to the dear children."
"You've said so these three months, Becky," replied Sir Pitt, "and still you go hanging on to my sister, who'll fling you off like an old shoe, when she's wore you out. I tell you I want you. I'm going back to the Vuneral. Will you come back? Yes or no?"
"I daren't - I don't think it would be right - to be alone with you, sir," Becky said, seemingly in great agitation.
