"I think not, my dear. The girls can go,—if they like it. But it will be more fitting for papa and me to come to the church on the morning."
"Why more fitting, mamma?"
"Well, my dear; it will."
"Dear mamma;—why,—why?"
"Of course, my dear, I am very glad that you are going to get such a lift."
"My lift is marrying the man I love."
"That of course is all right. I have nothing on earth to say against it. And I will say that through it all you have behaved as a young woman should. I don't think you meant to throw yourself at him."
"Mamma!"
"But as it has turned up, you have to go one way and me another."
"No!"