“I hope so. I think I would, because I’d know if I did it would make Papa and Mamma unhappy.”
“Yes, but suppose it was giving up something you wanted, something you loved more than them—could you?”
“Yes. If it was wrong for me to have it. And I couldn’t love anything more than them.”
“But if you did, you’d give it up.”
“I’d have to.”
“Hatty—I couldn’t.”
“Oh, yes, you could if I could.”
“No. No....”
“How do you know you couldn’t?”
“Because I haven’t. I—I oughtn’t to have gone on staying here. My father’s ill. They wanted me to go to them and I wouldn’t go.”