"I see that." "No.

I have simply a weak mother.

But I make sacrifices too, sometimes." "What do you call sacrifices ?" "Well, spending the winter at Sorrento." Bernard began to laugh, and then he told her she must have had a very happy life--"to call a winter at Sorrento a sacrifice." "It depends upon what one gives up," said Miss Vivian.
"What did you give up ?" She touched him with her mocking smile again.
"That is not a very civil question, asked in that way." "You mean that I seem to doubt your abnegation ?" "You seem to insinuate that I had nothing to renounce.

I gave up--I gave up--" and she looked about her, considering a little--"I gave up society." "I am glad you remember what it was," said Bernard.

"If I have seemed uncivil, let me make it up.