Caroline Woolmer Leakey, Once a Week (1859)
“ I recounted the story of my first interview with Munro, and Bessie again melted to tears. She seemed truly miserable, between a sense of duty and affection on the one side, and indecision and fear on the other. At last she exclaimed: “Do beg her to let me go!” “Beg her! She can’t detain you: what claim has she on you?” “Ay, tell him what? But I don’t want you: go and see how clever it is to get back a lost character!” “Who dares to say I’ve lost my character?” cried Bessie, indignantly. “We shall see! One doesn’t go into government to learn nothin’, I suppose?” ”
