Freda.
But why do you ask, Margaret? I'm not afraid
to go into a strange family. When a girl has to
earn her living she can't afford to be afraid. Besides,
Lady Dorothy must be a dear, and if you had heard
what my lady used to say about her husband you
would think he was a saint, an angel.
Margaret.
[Impulsively, excitedly.] Freda, would you do me—Otto, all of us—a great kindness?
Freda.
My dear, you know I would.
Margaret.
Then—then—let me go to Sir Robert Temple's
house instead of you.
Freda.
You mean in my place?
Margaret.
Yes, as if I were Freda Michel, who had come from
Zurich to be governess to his little girl.
Freda.
[Rising.] Margaret!
Margaret.
It's not the salary—you shall have that. I have
something to do that can only be done in that
house.
Mrs. Schiller.
Margaret, whatever are you thinking of?
