He had to move not long ago; his lodgin's is in Red Lion Street now.' 'And does he ever come here ?' 'He has been--just now an' then.' 'Have you told him ?' 'Why--yes, dear--I felt I had to.' 'There's no harm.

You couldn't keep it a secret.

But he mustn't come whilst I'm here; you understand that, father ?' 'No, no, he shan't.

He shall never come, if you don't wish it.' 'Only whilst I'm here.' 'But--Clara--you'll _always_ be here.' 'Oh no! Do you think I'm going to burden you all the rest of my life?
I shall find some way of earning a living, and then I shall go and get a room for myself.' 'Now don't--now don't talk like that!' exclaimed her father, putting his hand on her.

'You shall do what else you like, my girl, but don't talk about goin' away from me.