Superstition was as strong with her as with any self-flagellated nun.

Fasting, under that name, she held in abhorrence.

But all sensual gratifications were wicked in her sight.

She would allow all home indulgences to her daughter, each under some separate plea,--constrained to do so by excessive love; but she did so always in fear and trembling, lest she was giving some foothold to Satan.

All of which Robert Bolton understood better even than did his father when he gave the above advice in reference to this lover..