Argemone need never have known of Lancelot's share in the poaching affray; but he dared not conceal anything from her.

And so he boldly went up the next day to the Priory, not to beg pardon, but to justify himself, and succeeded.

And, before long, he found himself fairly installed as her pupil, nominally in spiritual matters, but really in subjects of which she little dreamed.
Every day he came to read and talk with her, and whatever objections Mrs.Lavington expressed were silenced by Argemone.

She would have it so, and her mother neither dared nor knew how to control her.

The daughter had utterly out-read and out-thought her less educated parent, who was clinging in honest bigotry to the old forms, while Argemone was wandering forth over the chaos of the strange new age,- -a poor homeless Noah's dove, seeking rest for the sole of her foot and finding none.