I know something about character, I know something about those hidden powers which men and women possess--strange powers which no one can understand, powers which drag a man to a woman's feet, or which make him shiver when he passes another even in a crowd.

You see, these things are a science with me, Mr.Tavernake, but I don't pretend to understand everything.
All I know is that Elizabeth is one of those people who can just do what she likes with men.

I am her father and I am her slave.

I tell myself that I would rather be with Beatrice, and I am as powerless to go as though I were bound with chains.

You are a young ignorant man, Mr.
Tavernake, you know nothing of life, and I will give you a word of warning.