Would you think it advisable to send Clare--she should know discipline--to some establishment for a few months ?" "To an asylum, Austin ?" cried Mrs.Doria, controlling her indignation as well as she could.
"To some select superior seminary, Helen.

There are such to be found." "Austin!" Mrs.Doria exclaimed, and had to fight with a moisture in her eyes.

"Unjust! absurd!" she murmured.

The baronet thought it a natural proposition that Clare should be a bride or a schoolgirl.
"I cannot leave my child." Mrs.Doria trembled.

"Where she goes, I go.
I am aware that she is only one of our sex, and therefore of no value to the world, but she is my child.