After this the periodical interview took place in private, in Mrs. Tramore’s beautiful little wasted drawing-room.  Rose knew that, rare as these occasions were, her mother would not have kept her “all to herself” had there been anybody she could have shown her to.  But in the poor lady’s social void there was no one; she had after all her own correctness and she consistently preferred isolation to inferior contacts.  So her daughter was subjected only to the maternal; it was not necessary to be definite in qualifying that.  The girl had by this time a collection of ideas, gathered by impenetrable processes; she had tasted, in the ostracism of her ambiguous parent, of the acrid fruit of the tree of knowledge.  She not only had an approximate vision of what every one had done, but she had a private judgment for each case.  She had a particular vision of her father, which did not interfere with his being dear to her, but which was directly concerned in her resolution, after his death, to do the special thing he had expressed the wish she should not do.  In the general estimate her grandmother and her grandmother’s money had their place, and the strong probability that any enjoyment of the latter commodity would now be withheld from her.  It included Edith’s marked inclination to receive the law, and doubtless eventually a more substantial memento, from Miss Tramore, and opened the question whether her own co