"She won't like it."
"What does it matter? She won't listen to my suggestions, so I might just as well stay at home as go with her. She knows exactly what she wants down to the last button."
"Then why can't she go alone?"
"Well,—I don't know," replied Mrs. Delarayne anxiously; "she might perhaps feel that neither of us was taking much interest in her, don't you think?"
"How much are you allowing her?"
"A hundred pounds."
"Edith!"
"My dear,—I could say nothing!"
"But I never had half that sum all at once."
"I know," sighed her mother wearily. "But you can have it now, or more if you want it."