Caroline, I want you." "She sha'n't come!" "Yes, she shall.

Caroline!" The boy would have detained him, but he pushed him firmly aside and walked toward the door.

Before he reached it, however, his niece appeared.
"Well ?" she said, coldly.

"What is it you want of me ?" "I want you to hear Mr.Pearson's side of this business--and mine--before you do anything you'll be sorry for." "I think I've heard quite enough of Mr.Pearson already.

Nothing he can say or do will make me more sorry than I am, or humiliate me more than the fact that I have treated him as a friend." The icy contempt in her tone was cutting.