Mrs.
Woodward looked on with an angry flush on her brow, and hated him for his cold-hearted propriety of demeanour.
Linda went up to her mother's room, and, sitting on her mother's bed, sobbed herself into tranquillity.
It was very grievous to Mrs.Woodward to have to welcome Alaric to her house.

For Alaric's own sake she would no longer have troubled herself to do so; but Gertrude was still her daughter, her dear child.

Gertrude had done nothing to disentitle her to a child's part, and a child's protection; and even had she done so, Mrs.Woodward was not a woman to be unforgiving to her child.

For Gertrude's sake she had to make Alaric welcome; she forced herself to smile on him and call him her son; to make him more at home in her house even than Harry had ever been; to give him privileges which he, wolf as he was, had so little deserved.
But Captain Cuttwater made up by the warmth of his congratulations for any involuntary coolness which Alaric might have detected in those of Mrs.Woodward.It had become a strong wish of the old man's heart that he might make Alaric, at any rate in part, his heir, without doing an injustice to his niece or her family.

He had soon seen and appreciated what he had called the 'gumption' both of Gertrude and Alaric.