"What is your feeling about a search for this mother?" said Deronda. "Have you no fears? I have, I confess."
"Oh, I believe the mother's good," said Mrs. Meyrick, with rapid decisiveness; "or _was_ good. She may be dead--that's my fear. A good woman, you may depend: you may know it by the scoundrel the father is. Where did the child get her goodness from? Wheaten flour has to be accounted for."

"What is your feeling about a search for this mother?" said Deronda. "Have you no fears? I have, I confess."
"Oh, I believe the mother's good," said Mrs. Meyrick decisively; "or was good. She may be dead - that's my fear. You may know she was good by the scoundrel the father is. Where did the child get her goodness from?"
