For wasn't the whole affair, very much of a storm in a teacup, petty, paltry, quite unworthy of prolonged discussion such as this?
She certainly thought so, in her youthful fervour and inexperience; while--the push of awakening womanhood giving new colour and richness to her conception of life--nature cried out for a certain extravagance in heroism, in largeness of action of aspiration.

She was athirst for noble horizons, in love with beauty, with the magnificence of things, seen and unseen alike.

In love with superb objectives even if only to be reached through a measure of suffering, and--searching, arresting, though the thought was to her--possibly through peril of death.
In such moods there is small room for a Bilson regime and outlook.

A flavour of scorn marked her tone as she answered at last: "Oh, you can lay the blame on me--or rather tell the truth, which amounts to the same thing.

Say that, my father being away, I refused my consent to the horses being taken out.