Deronda felt himself under a ban of silence. He rose from his seat by her, preferring to stand, if he had to obey that imperious prohibition of any tenderness. But his mother now looked up at him with a new admiration in her glance, saying,
"You are wrong to be angry with me. You are the better for what I did." After pausing a little, she added, abruptly, "And now tell me what you shall do?"
"Do you mean now, immediately," said Deronda; "or as to the course of my future life?"
"I mean in the future. What difference will it make to you that I have told you about your birth?"

Deronda stood up in silence. But his mother now looked at him with a new admiration in her glance, saying-
"You are wrong to be angry. You are the better for what I did. What shall you do? What difference will it make that I have told you about your birth?"
