"You don't love your mother.

That's all talk, and talk, and talk!" she said, looking at him with hatred in her eyes.

"Even if so, you must..." "Must decide, and I have decided," she said, and she would have gone away, but at that moment Yashvin walked into the room.

Anna greeted him and remained.

Why, when there was a tempest in her soul, and she felt she was standing at a turning point in her life, which might have fearful consequences--why, at that minute, she had to keep up appearances before an outsider, who sooner or later must know it all--she did not know.