But very few of us about here would want to marry into the family, all the same.

Oh no, my dear Kate, of course there was nothing against his grandmother.
She was a very nice woman, I believe, and I've often heard my own mother speak of her.

Her father came from Albemarle Sound, if I am right, and was old John Willits's overseer.

The girl was his daughter." Kate had made no answer.

Who Langdon Willits's grandmother was, or whether he had any grandmother at all, did not concern her in the least.
She rather admired the young Albemarle Sound girl for walking boldly into the Willits family--low born as she was--and making them respect her.
But none of Peggy's outspoken warnings nor any of St.George's silent acceptances of the several situations--always a mark of his disapproval--checked the game of love-making which was going on--the give-and-take stage of it, with the odds varying with each new shifting of the cards, both Peggy and St.George growing the more nervous.
"She's going to accept him, St.George," Peggy had said to him one morning as he stood behind her chair while she was shelling the peas for dinner.