"I've been afraid ... sometimes ... since you wrote me about going on the stage, maybe you weren't exactly ... satisfied. But it isn't that, is it?"
"No, mother, it isn't that."
"There! You see!" She shook off her weakness with the conviction. "And you mightn't have been if I hadn't looked out for you a little."
"Why, mother, what could you possibly——" She triumphed.
"You remember that Garrett boy that was visiting at his uncle's? He called that night; the night you were engaged to Tommy."
"Yes, I remember. You sent him away?"
"He wasn't suitable at all ... smoking, and driving about on Sunday that way...." Her tone was defensive. "He left a letter that night——"
"Mother! You didn't tell me!"
"I was thinking it over ... I had a right ... you were too young!"
"Mother ... did you read it?"