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But neither was she one to temper justice with too much mercy , and her final word on the matter was a final one , indeed : `` But of course you can never make it up to me , Carlisle , never ... '' And Carlisle , rising , knew even better than mamma how sad and true this was . There was only one thing that her mother had wanted of her , and that thing she had not done . Life , even on this day of song and mist , was seen to be inexorable ... . She was in her room for a little while , and it came to be eleven o'clock : five hours and a half ... . While she unwisely lingered there , dreamily irresolute between a walk and a drive , she was summoned to the drawing-room by a call from Mattie Allen , not seen of her since the dinner at the New Arlington last week . Mattie stayed a long time ; and before she went -- of course -- other callers had drifted in ... `` Are you going to Sue Louise 's bridge to-night ? '' demanded Mattie , continuing to inspect her with evident curiosity .