When Loftus discovered what she had done he was for having the servants immediately back. He liked to have the girl entertain for him. He liked to have his friends come to the aviary and hear the bird sing. But Marie, with an air of determination that was new to him, refused.
“They do not respect me,” she said. “I don’t blame them for that. Nor can you. When we are married it will be different.
“When we are,” she added with slow scorn.