Mrs.Waldeaux may mould her into something good and fine." "She will not try.

She will never accept that creature as a daughter." "She seems to me to be indifferent," said Lucy.

"She does not see how terrible it is.

She was leaning over the bulwark just now, laughing at the queer gossoons selling their shillalahs." "Oh, she will laugh at Death himself when he comes to fetch her, and see something 'queer'in him," said Clara.
But her little confidence with Lucy had relieved her.

The child cared nothing for George, that was plain.
Mademoiselle, watching Mrs.Waldeaux closely all day, was not deceived by her laugh.