"I cannot think of letting Daisy go there, Mr. Randolph!" said his wife.
"What danger do you apprehend, Felicia?"
It was not quite so easy to say. The lady handled her tetting- pins, which were in her fingers, for a moment or two in silence; then let them fall, and raised her handsome head.
"Daisy must be withdrawn entirely from the associations which have taken possession of her if it is possible. The very best thing for her in my opinion would be to send her to a boarding-school. Unless you wish your daughter to grow up a confirmed religieuse, Mr. Randolph. Do you wish that?"
"I have not considered it. What do you suppose Daisy will do to harm herself at this place Dr. Sandford speaks of?"
"Some absurdity, that just cherishes the temper she is in."
"Quite as likely" to wear it out, Mr. Randolph was going to say; but some remembrance of Daisy came up and stopped him.
"Good evening!" said the doctor, rising to his feet.
"Are you going, Dr. Sandford?"
"Yes."