‘What does my sister say to that?’
‘I hope not.’
‘Then I have no such intention, Agnes.’
‘I think you ought not, Trotwood, since you ask me,’ she said, mildly.
‘Your growing reputation and success enlarge your power of doing good; and if I could spare my brother,’ with her eyes upon me, ‘perhaps the time could not.’
‘What I am, you have made me, Agnes. You should know best.’
‘I made you, Trotwood?’
‘Yes! Agnes, my dear girl!’ I said, bending over her. ‘I tried to tell you, when we met today, something