Now is it all settled?
You're leaving this place and your mother of your own free will--isn't that so ?" Lavinia said nothing, but pinched her lips and nodded her head vigorously.

The action was sufficiently expressive and Gay was satisfied.
Three days went by.

Her Grace of Queensberry's maid, a hard-faced Scotswoman who was not to be intimidated nor betrayed into confidences, superintended Lavinia's shopping and turned a deaf ear to Mrs.Fenton's scoffs and innuendoes.
The girl was transformed.

Her new gowns, hats, aprons, and what not sent her into high spirits and she bade her mother adieu with a light heart.
"Go your own way, you ungrateful minx," was Mrs.Fenton's parting shot, "and when you're tired of your fine gentleman or he's tired of you, don't think you're coming back here 'cause I won't have you." Lavinia smiled triumphantly and tripped into the hackney coach that was awaiting her..