There was some good reasoning in this, and it, together with her
vanity, overruled her modesty, and prompted her to come to see us in
her character of young nobleman. Jane made one of her mighty
protests, so infinitely disproportionate in size to her little
ladyship, but the self-willed princess would not listen to her, and
was for coming alone if Jane would not come with her. Once having
determined, as usual with her, she wasted no time about it, but
throwing a long cloak over her shoulders, started for our rooms, with
angry, weeping, protesting Jane at her heels.
When I heard the knock I was sure it was the girls, for though Mary
had promised Brandon she would not, under any circumstances, attempt
another visit, I knew so well her utter inability to combat her
desire, and her reckless disregard of danger where there was a motive
sufficient to furnish the nerve tension, that I was sure she would
come, or try to come, again.
I have spoken before about the quality of bravery. What is it, after
all, and how can we analyze it? Women, we say, are cowardly, but I
have seen a woman take a risk that the bravest man's nerve would turn
on edge against.
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