"You must see that." "You mean I'm not to see him ?" "Of course not." "I must see him," said Mathilde.
Lanley looked at Wayne.
"This is an opportunity for you to rehabilitate yourself.

You ought to be man enough to promise you won't see her until you are in a position to ask her to be your wife." "I have asked her that already, you know," returned Wayne with an attempt at a smile.
"Pete, you wouldn't desert me ?" said Mathilde.
"If Mr.Wayne had any pride, my dear, he would not wish to come to a house where he was unwelcome," said her mother.
"I'm afraid I haven't any of that sort of pride at all, Mrs.Farron." Adelaide made a little gesture, as much as to say, with her traditions, she really did not know how to deal with people who hadn't.
"Mathilde,"-- Wayne spoke very gently,--"don't you think you could stop crying ?" "I'm trying all the time, Pete.

You won't go away, no matter what they say ?" "Of course not." "It seems to be a question between what I think best for my daughter as opposed to what you think best--for yourself," observed Adelaide.
"Nobody wants to turn you out of the house, you know," said Mr.Lanley in a conciliatory tone, "but the engagement is at an end." "If you do turn him out, I'll go with him," said Mathilde, and she took his hand and held it in a tight, moist clasp.
They looked so young and so distressed as they stood there hand in hand that Lanley found himself relenting.
"We don't say that your marriage will never be possible," he said.

"We are asking you to wait--consent to a separation of six months." "Six months!" wailed Mathilde.
"With your whole life before you ?" her grandfather returned wistfully.
"I'm afraid I am asking a little more than that, Papa," said Adelaide.

"I have never been enthusiastic about this engagement, but while I was watching and trying to be cooperative, it seems Mr.Wayne intended to run off with my daughter.