But the dear lady, in attacking her, shot a glance at Paliser. It was
very voluble.
Cassy, too, was looking at him. Her education had been thorough. She
knew any number of useless things. In geography, history, and the
multiplication-table she was versed. But Kent's Commentaries, passionate
as they are, were beyond her ken. The laws to which they relate were
also. None the less, on the subject of one law she had an inkling,
vague, unprecised, and, for all she knew to the contrary, incorrect. She
blurted it. "Don't I have to go, too?"