"I have not forgotten your last words to HIM.

We were to hide our broken hearts from the world.

I try to obey you, dear papa; but, if I had my way, I would never go into the world at all.

I have but one desire now--to end my days in a convent." "Please begin them first.

A convent! Why, you'd turn it out of window.
You are no more fit to be a nun than--a pauper." Not having foreseen this facer, Rosa had nothing ready; so she received it with a sad, submissive, helpless sigh, as who would say, "Hit me, papa: I have no friend now." So then he was sorry he had been so clever; and, indeed, there is one provoking thing about "a woman's weakness"-- it is invincible.
The next minute, what should come but a long letter from Dr.Staines, detailing his endeavors to purchase a practice in London, and his ill-success.