I'm afraid you'll do the former.' 'Your mother--Lady Jocelyn listened to you, Rose?
You told her all ?' 'Every bit.' 'And what does she think of me ?' 'Thinks you very handsome and astonishing, and me very idiotic and natural, and that there is a great deal of bother in the world, and that my noble relatives will lay the blame of it on her.

No, dear, not all that; but she talked very sensibly to me, and kindly.

You know she is called a philosopher: nobody knows how deep-hearted she is, though.

My mother is true as steel.

I can't separate the kindness from the sense, or I would tell you all she said.