He was so much in love with you.

I thought you could do anything with him." Though her reasoning failed to convince Gabriella, it was sufficiently forcible to justify her in her own judgment, and with an easier conscience, she settled comfortably behind the impregnable defences of the maternal instinct.

After all, she had only done what she believed to be best for her boy.

She had not been selfish, she had not even been thoughtless, she had been merely a mother.
"I wish you would tell me what really happened last night, Gabriella," she said, and her tone showed that she had recovered her shaken confidence in the righteousness of her cause.
"I can't tell you," answered Gabriella.

"What good would it do?
George was disgusting, that was all." She spoke sternly, for no lingering tenderness softened the judgment of her youth and her injured pride.