Whereon the mater, taking great offence,

Declared she wouldn't think of going there—

She'd sooner go to Seven Dials, or anywhere.

XXXIII.

After which outburst, sweeping through the door,

A flood of tears gushed freely from her eyes,

And, stretched upon the canapé, she swore

That she was far too indisposed to rise,

Though afterwards she did, with many sighs—

A smelling-bottle and some small assistance;

Grieved that her daughter to her very eyes

Should offer her such resolute resistance.

From then she essayed to keep the subject at a distance.

XXXIV.

However, after some few days had passed,

With their disputes and matters of vexation,

They came to something definite at last

Without much further tedious altercation;

When each one deemed it her own commendation

That set the point so thoroughly at rest,

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