With it she meant to pay her expenses in Europe and to support George in his year at Oxford.
The work and the salary were to go on while she was gone.
It was easy enough to hide all of these things from her son while he was in Cambridge and she in Delaware.

But now?
What if he should find out that his mother was the "Quigg" of the New York -- --, a paper which he declared to be unfit for a gentleman to read?
She was looking out to sea and thinking of this when her cousin, Miss Vance, came up to her.

Miss Vance was a fashionable teacher in New York, who was going to spend a year abroad with two wealthy pupils.
She was a thin woman, quietly dressed; white hair and black brows, with gold eye-glasses bridging an aquiline nose, gave her a commanding, inquisitorial air.
"Well, Frances!" she began briskly, "I have not had time before to attend to you.

Are your bags hung in your stateroom ?" "I haven't been down yet," said Mrs.Waldeaux meekly.

"We were watching the fog in the sun." "Fog! Mercy on me! You know you may be ill any minute, and your room not ready! Of course, you did not take the bromides that I sent you a week ago?
"No, Clara." Miss Vance glanced at her.