You know what mamma is; there is nothing she would not do if she thought it right.' 'Yes,' he said again, as though simply admitting that he had heard what she said.
'So I think we had better not say anything more about it.

I know you will see that it is wisest to say nothing to papa or any one else.
People think so differently about such things that it would only cause needless argument, and give poor mamma more pain when she has already suffered so much.' 'You may trust me.

I will never mention the matter to your father, or to any one else.

No one shall ever hear of it through me.' 'I was sure that you would see that it is wisest not to; I told mamma so.

When she is better, and you have shown her that you regret having misunderstood her, we shall all be very happy again.' She held up her pretty face for a kiss.
No one could see them except the chattering starlings in the church tower, for they stood in the soft mist between the dewy yew trees and the red-budding hedge by the vicarage lawn.