“She has been spying,” he said, as soon as he could speak. “She will part us at any risk, if she can. She is having us watched this very moment, most likely. She may be watching us herself. She is a terrible woman when she is for or against anything. Literally, I do not know what she would not do to get her own way. She lives for her own way. The loss of it would be to her as the loss of her soul. She will lose it this time though! She will fail this time--if she never did before!” “Well,” I returned, nowise inclined to take her part, “I hope she will fail! What does she say?” “She says she would rather go to her grave than see me your husband.” “Why?” “Your family seems objectionable to her.” “What is there against it?” “Nothing that I know.” “What is there against my uncle? Is there anything against Martha Moon?” I was indignant at the idea of a whisper against either. “What have _I_ done?” I went on. “We are all of the family I know: what is it?” “I don't think she has had time to invent anything yet; but she pretends there is something, and says if I don't give you up, if I don't swear never to look at you again, she will tell it.” “What did you answer her?” “I said no power on earth should make me give you up. Whatever she knew, she could know nothing against _you_, and I was as ready to go to my grave as she was. 'Mother,' I said, 'you may tell my determination by your own! Whether I marry her or not, you and I part company the day I come of age; and if you speak word or do deed against one of her family, my lawyer shall look strictly into your accounts as my guardian.' You see I knew where to touch her!” “It is dreadful you should have to speak like that to your mother!” “It is; but you would feel to her just as I do if you knew all--though you wouldn't speak so roughly, I know.” “Can you guess what she has in her mind?” “Not in the least. She will pretend anything. It is enough that she is determined to part us. How, she cares nothing, so she succeed.” “But she cannot!” “It rests with you.” “How with me?” “It will be war to the knife between her and me. If she succeed, it must be with you. I will do anything to foil her except lie.” “What if she should make you see it your duty to give me up?” “What if there were no difference between right and wrong! We're as good as married!” “Yes, of course; but I cannot quite promise, you know, until I hear what my uncle will say.” “If your uncle is half so good a man as you have made me think him, he will do what he can on our side. He loves what is fair; and what can be fairer than that those who love each other should marry?”