Morton's grave face relax.
"You speak confidently," he returned. "You seem to have a strange faith
in your own theory, and plenty of self-reliance, but I am afraid that,
like most young people, you have only regarded it from one point of
view. Are you aware of the unpleasantness of such a situation? If you
came to us you might have nothing of which to complain from Mrs. Morton
or myself, but we could not answer for the rest of my household; the
servants would regard you as a sort of hybrid, belonging to no special
sphere; they might show you scant respect, and manifest a great deal of
jealousy."
"I have faced all that," I returned, with a smile, "but I think the
difficulties would be like Bunyan's lions--they were chained, you know.
I do not believe these sort of things would hurt me. I should never be
away from the children in the nursery; I should be unmolested and at
home."
"Alick!" I could hear a whole petition breathed into that softly uttered
word. Mr. Morton heard it too, for he turned at once and then looked at
his wife.
"Do you really wish to try this young person, Violet, my dear? It is for
you to decide; this is your province, as I said before.
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