"Well, now you know it is not; and again I come back to my question, - Which is it to be?"
"Which - of what, mamma?"
"Nonsense, Daisy; - you know."
"I know nothing of any choice that I have to make, ma'am, if you do not mean about jewels; and of them, as I said, I should prefer neither."
"You may choose and refuse among jewels," said my mother, - "and refuse and choose; but among some other things it is necessary to make a choice and stick to it."
"Yes, mamma; but I am not in such a necessity."
"What choice have you made, then? It is the same thing, Daisy; only I want to know. Do you not think it is reasonable that I should know?"
"Please explain yourself, mamma."
"Hugh Marshall, then, and Charles De Saussure. What is your mind about them?"
"I like them, mamma, as your friends and as mine, - very well, - but no more."