Do you think for one moment that your father and mother would accept the wretched sacrifice you are making of your life if they knew--" "The old arguments again," she said impatiently.
"There is a _new_ argument," said Malcourt, staring at her.
"What new argument ?" "Hamil." Then the vivid colour surged anew from neck to hair, and she rose in the hammock, bewildered, burning, incensed.
"If it were true," she stammered, leaning on one arm, "do you think me capable of disgracing my own people ?" "The disgrace will be mine and yours.

Is not Hamil worth it ?" "No man is worth any wrong I do to my own family!" "You are wronging more people than your own, Shiela--" "It is not true!" she said breathlessly.

"There is a nobler happiness than one secured at the expense of selfishness and ingratitude.

I tell you, as long as I live, I will not have them know or suffer because of my disgraceful escapade with you! You probably meant well; I must have been crazy, I think.

But we've got to endure the consequences.