Why is he so unsteady?
Why does he like these wicked things ?' And then as regarded Mrs.Woodward, she did but make a resolve that not even for her love would she add to the unhappiness of that loving, tenderest mother.

There was no bombast in Katie, either expressed or unexpressed.
After much consideration on the matter, Mrs.Woodward determined that she should ask Charley down to the Cottage.

In the first place, she felt bitterly her apparent ingratitude to him.

When last they had been together, the day after Katie's escape at the bridge, when his tale had just been read, she had told him, with the warmth of somewhat more than friendly affection, that henceforth they must be more than common friends.

She had promised him her love, she had almost promised him the affection and care of a mother; and now how was she keeping her promise?
He had fallen into misfortune, and she had immediately deserted him.
Over and over again she said to herself that her first duty was to her own child; but even with this reflection, she could hardly reconcile herself to her neglect of him.
And then, moreover, she felt that it was impossible that all their friendship, all their mutual regard, should die away suddenly without any explanation.