Your daughter Elizabeth can do without you very well.

She is strong enough to take care of herself." "But my dear sir," the professor objected, "Beatrice could not support me." Tavernake paid his bill without another word.

Downstairs the lights had been lowered, the party at the round table were already upon their feet.
"Good-night, professor!" he said.

"I am going to see the last of Beatrice from the top of the stairs." The professor followed him--they stood there and watched her depart with Annie Legarde.

The two girls got into a taxicab together, and Tavernake breathed a sigh of relief, a relief for which he was wholly unable to account, when he saw that Grier made no effort to follow them.