And you need never let your mother know any thing about it.
She is so old and feeble it would not be worth while to worry her." Mercy's eyes grew dark and stern as she fixed them on Mr.Allen.

"I wonder I believe any thing you say, Mr.Allen.How many things do you keep back from me, or state differently from what they are, to save my feelings?
or to adapt the truth to my feebleness, which is not like the feebleness of old age, to be sure, but is feebleness in comparison with your knowledge and strength?
I hate, hate, hate, your theories about deceiving people.

I shall certainly tell my mother, if I keep on writing, and am paid for it," she said impetuously.
"Very well.

Of course, if you think it wrong to leave her in ignorance about it, you must tell her.

I myself see no reason for your mentioning the fact, unless you choose to.