The others, under various kinds of pressure, had submitted: but here was the very woman she might have been, but for her own submission! And she feared for that woman.
Hetty must leave Wroote, or there was no knowing how it might end.
"Mother, I believe you are afraid of what I may do." Mrs.Wesley, incapable of a lie or anything resembling it, bent her head.

"I have been afraid, once or twice," she said.
"So you send me away?
That seems to me neither very brave nor very wise.

Will there be less danger at Kelstein ?" Her mother started.

"Does _he_ know of your going?
You don't tell me he means to visit you there ?" "Forgive me, dearest mother, but your first question is a little foolish--eh ?" Hetty laughed and quoted: "But if she whom Love doth honour Be conceal'd from the day-- Set a thousand guards upon her, Love will find out the way." She put up her chin defiantly.
"I wish, child, you would tell me if--if this is much to you," said Mrs.Wesley wistfully, with a sudden craving to put her arms around her daughter and have her confidence.
Hetty hesitated for a fatal moment, then laughed again.

"I am not a child precisely; and we read one another, dear, much better than we allow.