"Mr. Jarndyce--" I was beginning when my mother hurriedly inquired, "Does HE suspect?"
"No," said I. "No, indeed! Be assured that he does not!" And I told her what he had related to me as his knowledge of my story. "But he is so good and sensible," said I, "that perhaps if he knew--"
My mother, who until this time had made no change in her position, raised her hand up to my lips and stopped me.
"Confide fully in him," she said after a little while. "You have my free consent--a small gift from such a mother to her injured child!--but do not tell me of it. Some pride is left in me even yet."

"Mr. Jarndyce-" I was beginning when my mother hurriedly inquired, "Does he suspect?"
"No, indeed!" said I. And I told her what he had related to me about his knowledge of my story. "But he is so good and sensible," said I, "that perhaps if he knew-"
My mother raised her hand to my lips and stopped me.
"Confide fully in him," she said. "You have my free consent - but do not tell me of it. Some pride is left in me even yet."
