Only that she is very
good, very kind to me and everybody; very rich, I believe; and
very wise, I think. I know nothing more — except the way her
money was made."
"How was it ?"
"I have heard that her mother was a market-woman," I said very
unwillingly; for I knew the conclusions that would be drawn.
"Is it likely," Dr. Sandford said slowly, "that the daughter
of a market-woman should be a good friend in every respect for
the daughter of Mrs. Randolph?"
"It may not be _likely_," I answered with equal slowness; — "but
it is true."
"Can you prove your position, Daisy?"
"What is your objection to her, Dr. Sandford?"
"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.
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