ABSTRACT
Though Mrs. Glenmorris concealed the event of the conferences she had held, and struggled to hide the pain they had given her, Medora was too intelligent, and had already acquired too much judgment to be deceived. She saw that the cheerfulness her mother assumed, was entirely the effect of effort; and that while she talked of their prospects, and their plans of happiness, her voice betrayed anguish rather than hope, and her looks refused to second what her tongue uttered. Medora could not bear this; her mother had never before concealed any thing from her, and it now seemed, as if she thought her too weak to resist the misfortune, whatever they were, that threatened them, or rather her mother for her sake; unable to endure the sight of her mother’s uneasiness, while denied the comfort of sharing it, she determined to speak to her, and if possible to put an end to a state so insupportable.
