Madame de Boissy.—I know that; but did you expect you would have to repay him?
Caroline.—Certainly! if he wished it.
Madame de Boissy.—But did you think he would wish it?
Caroline (embarrassed).—I do not know, mamma.
Madame de Boissy.—Tell me candidly,—when you asked your uncle to lend you the money to purchase this sash, which you did not want, and which, in all probability, you would not have bought had you been alone,—did you not know that it was a means of obtaining it as a gift?
Caroline.—Dear me, mamma! you make me examine my conscience as if I were going to confession.
Madame de Boissy.—And it is thus you should always examine it, my child.
Caroline.—Yes, mamma, when one has done anything wrong.
Madame de Boissy.—Or to ascertain whether one has done wrong.
Caroline (much confused).—But what wrong can I have done? My uncle could act as he pleased, and it was certainly quite true that I had no money in my purse.