Two years afterwards, Antonia followed her brother to New York, and this time, the mother made less opposition.

Perhaps she divined that opposition would have been still more useless than in the case of the boy.

For Robert Worth had one invincible determination; it was, that this beautiful child, who so much resembled a mother whom he idolized, should be, during the most susceptible years of her life, under that mother's influence.
And he was well repaid for the self-denial her absence entailed, when Antonia came back to him, alert, self-reliant, industrious, an intelligent and responsive companion, a neat and capable housekeeper, who insensibly gave to his home that American air it lacked, and who set upon his table the well-cooked meats and delicate dishes which he had often longed for.
John, the youngest boy, was still in New York finishing his course of study; but regarding Isabel, there seemed to be a tacit relinquishment of the purpose, so inflexibly carried out with her brothers and sister.
Isabel was entirely different from them.

Her father had watched her carefully, and come to the conviction that it would be impossible to make her nature take the American mintage.

She was as distinctly Iberian as Antonia was Anglo-American.
In her brothers the admixture of races had been only as alloy to metal.
Thomas Worth was but a darker copy of his father.