"Simply what you have told me. The different classes of society are better apart."
I was silent. If Miss Cardigan was not of my class, I knew I wanted to be of hers. There were certain words running in my head about "a royal priesthood, a peculiar people," and certain other words too—which I thought it was no use to tell Dr. Sandford.
"She has no family, you say, nor friends who live with her, or whom you meet at her house?"
"None at all. I think she is quite alone."
There was silence again. That is, between the doctor and me. Mrs. Sandford and her officers kept up a great run of talk hard by.
"Now, Daisy," said the doctor, "you have studied the matter, and I do not doubt you have formed a philosophy of your own by this time. Pray make me the wiser."
"I have no philosophy of my own, Dr. Sandford."
"Your own thus far, that nobody shares it with you."
"Is that your notion of me?" I said, laughing.