She shan't go one step.

She needn't fret a bit about it." Maria turned and regarded him with a frozen look still on her face.
"It was She that wanted me to go ?" she said, interrogatively.
"She thought maybe it would be best for you, darling," said Harry.
"She means to do right by you, Maria; you must try to think so." Maria said nothing.
"But father isn't going to let you go," said Harry.

"He can't do without his little girl." Then Maria's strange calm broke up.

She clung, weeping, to her father, as if he were her only stay.

Harry continued to soothe her.
"Father's blessing!" he whispered in her ear.