And I'm thankful that I've got nothing on my conscience, whatever happens," she added in dismissal of the subject of Burnamy.
"I'm thankful too, my dear.

I'd much rather have things on my own.

I'm more used to that, and I believe I feel less remorse than when you're to blame." They might have been carried near this point by those telepathic influences which have as yet been so imperfectly studied.

It was only that morning, after the lapse of a week since Burnamy's furtive reappearance in Carlsbad, that Miss Triscoe spoke to her father about it, and she had at that moment a longing for support and counsel that might well have made its mystical appeal to Mrs.March.
She spoke at last because she could put it off no longer, rather than because the right time had come.

She began as they sat at breakfast.
"Papa, there is something that I have got to tell you.