"I shall mind mine.

My mother ought to know that by this time." Mary said no more.

She knew Mrs.Helmer was not a mother to deserve her boy's confidence, any more than to gain it; for she treated him as if she had made him, and was not satisfied with her work.
"When are you going to see Letty, Miss Marston ?" resumed Helmer, after a brief pause of angry feeling.
"Next Sunday evening probably." "Take me with you." "Take you with me! What are you dreaming of, Mr.Helmer ?" "I would give my bay mare for a good talk with Letty Lovel," he returned.
Mary made no reply.
"You won't ?" he said petulantly, after a vain pause of expectation.
"Won't what ?" rejoined Miss Marston, as if she could not believe him in earnest.
"Take me with you on Sunday ?" "No," she answered quietly, but with sober decision.
"Where would be the harm ?" pleaded the youth, in a tone mingled of expostulation, entreaty, and mortification.
"One is not bound to do everything there would be no harm in doing," answered Miss Marston.

"Besides, Mr.Helmer, I don't choose to go out walking with you of a Sunday evening." "Why not ?" "For one thing, your mother would not like it.

You know she would not." "Never mind my mother.