“I thought, Katie,” she said, “that I had taught you to look for better things than change and amusement. It would grieve me very much if you had a turn for constant excitement. That is a kind of character which I despise.”
“I think it is very dull here,” said Katharine; “I want to know people. I want to do something different.”
She was fairly crying by this time, and after a minute’s silence her mother went on speaking.
“Do you know, Katharine, what I consider to be more worth living for than anything else?”
“What?” said Katharine surprised.
“The opportunity of doing a noble action,” said Mrs Kingsworth, in a low tone; “so to live and so to think and believe that if a great choice came to one, one would do the right thing, let the consequences be what they might.”
She laid down her pen that her daughter might not see her hand tremble. It was quite as critical a moment to her as to Katharine.
“Yes, but I don’t see what all that has to do with our being shut up in Applehurst!”
“Perhaps not—but you can recognise the principle that life has better aims than amusement. Believe me, no good is worth having which is bought at the expense of the slightest self-reproach.”
“I don’t mean to be cross, mamma,” said Katharine, entirely mistaking her drift, “but if we could go away sometimes—you know I am grown up.”