The young woman turned away with that frightened expression which she often wore.
"What do you wish me to do, Mother? I cannot contend for him with that woman—I do not know how."
"No, but promise me that if he comes back some day you will receive him, you will welcome him in spite of the past."
"He will not come back."
"If I went to look for him?"
Elizabeth repeated despairingly:
"He would not come back...."
"And if ..."
"Mother, what is the matter with you?"
"If I fell ill? He would have to come back, would have to see you."