Anyhow, you are not a man; you haven't a drop of warm blood in your veins! You're a curled and scented fine lady's lap-dog pup!" "I don't see much use in talking about my qualities, sir." "You don't see," Cartwright agreed.

"That's your drawback! You see nothing that's rude and human; you're afraid to look.

All that's obvious is, Barbara must not come home to throw an awkward reflection on Grace's Puritanical virtue.

People might find out something and talk?
If anybody talks while I'm about, I'll ram the implication down his throat! You don't see, or perhaps you don't mind, the drawbacks to separating Barbara from her mother and banishing her from home?
She's trustful, rash, and fiery, and not a statue like Grace.

Anyhow, Barbara is coming back, and if you don't approve, I'll expect you to be resigned.