Her judgment and her untiring unselfishness could not fail to make way.

Her mother had some respect for, and great dependence on her; but still it was hardly affection that she felt for her; or if it was it was a dull and torpid kind of feeling, compared with the fond love and exulting pride which she took in Edward.

When he came back for occasional holidays, his mother's face was radiant with happiness, and her manner toward him was even more caressing than he approved of.

When Maggie saw him repel the hand that fain would have stroked his hair as in childish days, a longing came into her heart for some of these uncared-for tokens of her mother's love.

Otherwise she meekly sank back into her old secondary place, content to have her judgment slighted and her wishes unasked as long as he stayed.