莫瑞太太对儿子几近病态的喜爱导致她粗鲁得打发了大批上门追求爱子威廉的姑娘们。
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Then he came home angry with his mother for having turned the girl away so rudely. He was a careless, yet eager-looking fellow, who walked with long strides, sometimes frowning, often with his cap pushed jollily to the back of his head. Now he came in frowning. He threw his cap on to the sofa, and took his strong jaw in his hand, and glared down at his mother. She was small, with her hair taken straight back from her forehead. She had a quiet air of authority, and yet of rare warmth. Knowing her son was angry, she trembled inwardly.

'Did a lady call for me yesterday, mother?'he asked.

'I don't know about a lady. There was a girl came. '

'And why didn't you tell me?'

'Because I forgot, simply.'

He fumed a little.

'A good-looking girl---seemed a lady.'

'I didn't look at her. '

'Big brown eyes?'

'I did not look. And tell your girls, my son, that when they're running after you, they're not to come and ask your mother for you. Tell them that--- brazen baggages you meet at dancing-classes.'

'I'm sure she was a nice girl. '

'And I'm sure she wasn't .'