‘And Emmy, who is like you, isn’t. She would eat any amount of dirt; she thinks it her duty not to resent anything. That’s not my way of thinking,’ cried Mab. ‘I resent it, and I should like to fling it in their face.’ The two ladies went on after this in silence for a little while, Mab pondering many things in her heart. Some she knew about, and some she did not know. Of her father she had very little idea, scarcely any at all. She had never seen any one belonging to him. He was dead; that was all she knew; and she had never missed him, or any one, having her mother. Vague ideas that he had not been good to her mother had floated through her mind, and yet she never was sure that it was not out of great love that Lady William spoke of him so little. She had known in the parish people who grieved like that, who could not mention the names of those who were gone. It might be for that reason. She walked on pondering, saying nothing till they had nearly reached the cottage door. Then she suddenly turned on her mother, having forgotten till this moment what was the question that had been given her to answer. ‘And you want me,’ she said, ‘to say that I would like to go to those people--to leave you?’ ‘Not to leave me, Mab, except for a little time.’ ‘Then I won’t, mother, short time or long time! What! to a woman that knew you were in trouble, and never went to you--whom you don’t even know! If I am allowed to have any say in it, I would not for anything in the world. And what is it for? To go to parties with them, to be taken out, to enjoy myself? Mother, mother, do you think I am like that--to enjoy myself with people who don’t know you, who leave you, who are insolent to you?’ ‘No; they are not insolent--they ignore me; but, then, I have always wished to be ignored. To tell the truth, Mab, I doubt very much whether you would enjoy yourself. It is possible that you might, but I fear it is more likely that you would not. That is why I am against it.’ ‘Then you are against it, mother?’ ‘For that reason--that I could not bear my Mab to be treated like a nobody, to be taken out, perhaps, because they could not help it, or left alone and snubbed----’ ‘Snubbed! They should not snub me twice, mother!’ ‘No, you little hothead! But everybody here thinks it would be so much to your advantage to go to Court--that is something--to be introduced as you ought to be.’ ‘Introduced to whom?--to the Queen? Yes, that would be nice. But then I don’t suppose the Queen would take the least notice of me, would she? I would just be another little girl among so many. No, mother, people here--Aunt Jane, or whoever it is--may say what they like. I will have nothing to say to those people who took no notice of you.’ ‘Your uncle James is of the same opinion--and Mrs. Swinford.’ ‘Odious old woman!’ said Mab.