'No, of course not.'
'Well, then, you are the most wonderful mother that ever was. Once you would have thrown me over the cliffs——'
'No more of that.'
'Because you could not bear to be parted from me.'
'Now it is necessary. Mrs. Jose thinks so—I feel it.'
'I will not go.'
'You must go. It will be for your good. You are to be brought up as a lady. I have been turning it over in my head, and see that it must be so. You are too good for these clods, and not good enough for gentlefolk. You must be set to learn the manners of those with whom you will associate.'
'I do not wish to leave you, mother.'
'You will have to do so. It is I, not you, who will suffer. You will be among young people, and share their games, and learn their lessons. I shall sit here knitting, thinking, my head turning and my heart aching—alone.'
'You must not be alone.'