The scene which took place that night between the mother and daughter may be easily conceived. Emily told her tale, and told it in a manner which left no doubt of her persistency. She certainly meant it. Lady Elizabeth had almost expected it. There are evils which may come or may not; but as to which, though we tell ourselves that they may still be avoided, we are inwardly almost sure that they will come. Such an evil in the mind of Lady Elizabeth had been Cousin George. Not but what she herself would have liked him for a son-in-law had it not been so certain that he was a black sheep. "Your father will never consent to it, my dear." "Of course, Mamma, I shall do nothing unless he does." "You will have to give him up." "No, Mamma, not that; that is beyond what Papa can demand of me. I shall not give him up, but I certainly shall not marry him without Papa's consent, or yours." "Nor see him?" "Well; if he does not come I cannot see him." "Nor correspond with him?" "Certainly not, if Papa forbids it." After that, Lady Elizabeth did give way to a considerable extent. She did not tell her daughter that she considered it at all probable that Sir Harry would yield; but she made it to be understood that she herself would do so if Sir Harry would be persuaded. And she acknowledged that the amount of obedience promised by Emily was all that could be expected. "But, Mamma," said Emily, before she left her mother, "do you not know that you love him yourself?" "Love is such a strong word, my dear." "It is not half strong enough," said Emily, pressing her two hands together. "But you do, Mamma?" "I think he is very agreeable, certainly." "And handsome?--only that goes for nothing." "Yes, he is a fine-looking man." "And clever? I don't know how it is; let there be who there may in the room, he is always the best talker." "He knows how to talk, certainly." "And, Mamma, don't you think that there is a something,--I don't know what,--something not at all like other men about him that compels one to love him? Oh, Mamma, do say something nice to me! To me he is everything that a man should be." "I wish he were, my dear." "As for the sort of life he has been leading, spending more money than he ought, and all that kind of thing, he has promised to reform it altogether; and he is doing it now. At any rate, you must admit, Mamma, that he is not false." "I hope not, my dear." "Why do you speak in that way, Mamma? Does he talk like a man that is false? Have you ever known him to be false? Don't be prejudiced, Mamma, at any rate." The reader will understand that when the daughter had brought her mother as far as this, the elder lady was compelled to say "something nice" at last. At any rate there was a loving embrace between them, and an understanding that the mother would not exaggerate the difficulties of the position either by speech or word. "Of course you will have to see your papa to-morrow morning," Lady Elizabeth said.