And if I were you, Marcella, I would hardly discuss the family affairs any more--with Mr.Raeburn or anybody else." And again her keen glance disconcerted the tall handsome girl, whose power over the world about her had never extended to her mother.
Marcella flushed and played with the fire.
"You see, mamma," she said after a moment, still looking at the logs and the shower of sparks they made as she moved them about, "you never let me discuss them with you." "Heaven forbid!" said Mrs.Boyce, quickly; then, after a pause: "You will find your own line in a little while, Marcella, and you will see, if you so choose it, that there will be nothing unsurmountable in your way.

One piece of advice let me give you.

Don't be too _grateful_ to Miss Raeburn, or anybody else! You take great interest in your Boyce belongings, I perceive.

You may remember too, perhaps, that there is other blood in you--and that no Merritt has ever submitted quietly to either patronage or pity." Marcella started.

Her mother had never named her own kindred to her before that she could remember.