Do you suppose that I want to creep through life at a woman's apron-strings?
I am old enough, and strong enough, I hope, to think and act for myself.

My career is my own, to make or to mar.

I do not wish for enmity from any one, but your friendship I cannot accept.

Our ways lie apart--a long way apart." "Do not be too sure of that," she said quietly.

"I think that you and I may come together again very soon, and it is possible that you may need my help." "All that I need now," I answered impatiently, "is your absence." She rose at once from her chair.
"Very well," she said, "I will go.