Perhaps I am wrong?
Perhaps she only thinks I am too young.

Oh, Ovid, how you look at me! Your mother hasn't said in so many words--" "What has she said ?" In that question she saw the chance of speaking to him of other interests than the interests of love.
"You must go away to another climate," she said; "and your mother tells me I must persuade you to do it.

I obey her with a heavy heart.

Dear Ovid, you know how I shall miss you; you know what a loss it will be to me, when you say good-bye--but there is only one way to get well again.
I entreat you to take that way! Your mother thinks I have some influence over you.

Have I any influence ?" "Judge for yourself," he answered.