"Yes;--that is, I don't know. I never believe what papa says to me." To poor Hetta such an announcement as this was horrible. "We are at daggers drawn. He thinks I ought to do just what he tells me, as though my very soul were not my own. I won't agree to that;--would you?" Hetta had not come there to preach disobedience, but could not fail to remember at the moment that she was not disposed to obey her mother in an affair of the same kind. "What does he say, dear?"
Hetta's message was to be conveyed in three words, and when those were told, there was nothing more to be said. "It must all be over, Miss Melmotte."

"Yes; that is, I don't know. I never believe what papa says to me." To poor Hetta this announcement was horrible. "He thinks I ought to do just what he tells me, as though my soul were not my own. I won't agree to that; would you? What does Felix say, dear?"
"It must all be over, Miss Melmotte."
