"You have promised.

Papa _said_ you were to take care of me." "Your father did not know." "He _did._ He said you were the one man in all the world he could trust." "Impossible," says the professor.

"A--lover--cannot be a guardian!" His voice has sunk to a whisper.

He turns away, and makes a step towards the door.
"You are going," cries she, fighting with a desperate desire for tears, that is still strongly allied to anger.

"You would leave me.
You will be no longer my guardian.