"Oh, no!" she exclaimed.
"You wrong him, mother." "You haven't encouraged him, Janet!" cried Mrs.Whitney.

"After what I've been writing you ?" "The loss of his money hasn't made any difference about him with me," said Janet, her pure, sweet face lighting up with the expression that made her mother half-ashamed of her own worldliness.
"Of course not! Of course not, Janet," said she.

"No child of mine could be mercenary without being utterly false to my teachings." Janet's expression was respectful, yet not confirmatory.

She had often protested inwardly against the sordid views of life which her mother unconsciously held and veiled with scant decency in the family circle in her unguarded moments.

But she had fought against the contamination, and proudly felt that her battle for the "higher plane" was successful.
Her mother returned, somewhat awkwardly, to the main point.