But one--" and then she stopped herself.

She could not tell him that one loving mother, anxious for her only son, had sufficed to do it.

She could not explain to him that this departure from the established tramway had already broken her own rest, and turned her peaceful happy life into a grievous battle.
"I know that you are trying to go back," he said.

"Do you think that I have eyes and cannot see?
Come, Lucy, you and I have been friends, and we must not part in this way.

My mother is a paragon among women.
I say it in earnest;--a paragon among women: and her love for me is the perfection of motherly love." "It is, it is; and I am so glad that you acknowledge it." "I should be worse than a brute did I not do so; but, nevertheless, I cannot allow her to lead me in all things.