Whately began
earnestly: "Our very dignity requires that we have no more
collisions with a power we cannot resist. Even you, sister, must now
see that you gain nothing and change nothing. We can be merely
passive in our hostility. The only course possible for us is to
endure this ordeal patiently and then win Louise over to our
wishes."
Miss Lou, who was dusting the parlor, stole to the further end of
the apartment and rattled some ornaments to warn them of her
presence. She smiled bitterly as she muttered, "Our wishes; mine
will never be consulted."
Mrs. Whately entered the parlor and kissed her niece affectionately.
She did not like the girl's expression and the difficulty of her
task grew clearer. Nevertheless, her heart was more set on the
marriage than ever before, since her motives had been strengthened
by thought. That her son was bent upon it was one of the chief
considerations. "If I obtain for him this prize," she had reasoned,
"he must see that there is no love like a mother's.
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