"But, Grace, love must be considered—if it comes too late, it overturns the purest purposes. Don't wait until it's too late as I— as—I repeat, until it's too late."
"I know nothing about love."
"Then let me teach you, Grace, let—"
"Shall we not discuss it?" she said gently. "That is best, I think. If
I decide to marry Mr. Clinton, I will tell you even before I tell him.
I don't know what I shall choose as my best course."
"But, Grace! What could I do—without—"
"Shall we just agree to say no more about it?" she softly interposed. "That is wisest until my decision is made. We were talking about Fran —do you not think this a good opportunity for Mrs. Gregory to attend services? Fran can stay with Mrs. Jefferson."
"I have no doubt," he said, still agitated, "that my wife would find it easy enough to go to church, if she really wanted to go."
"Mr. Gregory!" she reproved him.
"Well," he cried, somewhat defiantly, "don't you think she could go, if she wanted to?"
"Well," Grace answered slowly, "this girl will leave her without any— any excuse."