Your mother's nature, as far as I have seen of her, is not a deep one.

She was very fond of your father, and she is fond of you; but you know, just as still waters run deep, shallow waters are full of ripples, and eddies, and currents.

She has no idea that what seems natural and right to her should jar upon you.

You upon your part can scarcely make sufficient allowance for her different treatment of a subject which is to you sacred.

I know how you miss your father, but your mother must miss him still more.