I hoped she would get tired of being among strangers, and come back.

And now I fear she thinks I have behaved meanly and selfishly.
And we were always so kindly disposed to each other, such thorough friends; never a word that mightn't have passed between a mother and her own child.' 'I gathered from her letter,' interposed Harvey, 'that she was well contented and working hard at her music.' 'Do you think so?
I began to doubt--she wrote in low spirits.

Of course, one can't say whether she would succeed as a violinist.

Oh, I don't like to think of it! I must tell you that I haven't said a word to her yet of what I am doing; I mean, about the money.

I know I ought to consider _her_ as much as other people.