Lady Carbury did not even understand her daughter.  She could not conceive that she had in any way acted unkindly in taking the opportunity of Montague’s rejection for pressing the suit of the other lover.  She was simply anxious to get a husband for her daughter,—­as she had been anxious to get a wife for her son,—­in order that her child might live comfortably.  But she felt that whenever she spoke common sense to Hetta, her daughter took it as an offence, and flew into tantrums, being altogether unable to accommodate herself to the hard truths of the world.  Deep as was the sorrow which her son brought upon her, and great as was the disgrace, she could feel more sympathy for him than for the girl.  If there was anything that she could not...