Mrs.Maynard was a little afraid of this cold, quiet girl.
"Margaret, you can't help seeing now that your mother's judgment was right.

Holt Dalrymple once may have been very interesting and attractive for a friend, but as a prospective husband he was impossible.

The worst I hear of him is that he drinks and gambles.

I know you liked him and I don't want to be unjust.

But he has kept other and better young men away from you." Margaret's hand clenched and her face sank against the window-pane.
"We need say no more about him," went on Mrs.Maynard.