It was incumbent on her also to confess it to Dorothy.

All that night she did not sleep, and the next morning she went about abashed, wretched, hardly mistress of her own maids.

She must confess it also to Martha, and Martha would be very stern to her.

Martha had pooh-poohed the whole story of the lover, seeming to think that there could be no reasonable objection to a lover past fifty.
"Dorothy," she said at last, about noon, "I have been over hasty about your mother and this man.

I am sorry for it, and must--beg--everybody's--pardon." "I knew mamma would do nothing wrong," said Dorothy.
"To do wrong is human, and she, I suppose, is not more free than others; but in this matter I was misinformed.