"I don't suppose it makes any difference to you that your father--well, I'd better not talk about it.

But you see--Elizabeth might marry anybody.
She might have married heaps of times since Merton died, if she hadn't been such an icicle.

She's got lots of money, and--well, I don't want to be snobbish--but at home--we--our family--" "I understand," said Anderson, perhaps a little impatiently--"you are great people.

I understood that all along." Family pride cried out in Philip.

"Then why the deuce--" But he said aloud in some confusion, "I suppose that sounded disgusting"-- then floundering deeper--"but you see--well, I'm very fond of Elizabeth!" Anderson rose and walked to the window which commanded a view of the railway line.
"I see the car outside.