"Fie, Burgo, fie! You must not speak in that way of a married woman. I begin to think it is better that she should not come." At this moment another man booted and spurred came down the passage, upon whom Lady Monk smiled sweetly, speaking some pretty little word as he passed. Burgo spoke never a word, but still stood leaning against the wall, with his hand to his forehead, showing that he had heard something which had moved him greatly. "Come back into your room, Burgo," said his aunt; and they both went in at the door that was nearest to them, for Lady Monk had been on the look-out for him, and had caught him as soon as he appeared in the passage. "If this does annoy you, you should keep it to yourself! What will people say?"
"How can I help what they say?"

"Burgo! You must not speak in that way of a married woman. I begin to think it is better that she should not come." As another guest approached, she said, "Come back into your room, Burgo."
There Lady Monk continued. "If this annoys you, keep it to yourself! What will people say?"
"How can I help what they say?"
