If she is to win the cause so close to her heart, she had better refrain from recrimination--from an accusation of any sort.
"Dearest Maurice," says she, going to him and taking his hand in hers, "you know it is for your sake only I press this dreadful matter.

She is so rich, and you--we--are so poor! She has a house in Surrey, and one in the North--delightful places, I have been told--and, of course, she would like you to keep up your own house in town.

As for me, all I ask is this old house--bare and uncomfortable as it is." "Nonsense, mother," letting her hand go and turning away impatiently.

"You speak as if it were all settled." "Why should it _not_ be settled ?" "You talk without thinking!" He is frowning now, and his tone is growing angry.

"Am I the only one to be consulted ?" "Oh! as for her--that child! Of course you can influence her." "I don't want to," wearily.
"You can do more than that.