It is all right for you to go on advertising for that Farringdon man in agony columns, and I shouldn't be so silly as to make a fuss about giving up the money if he turned up.
You know that well enough.

But it does seem to me to be over-conscientious and hyper-disagreeable on your part to go off to Australia--just when I am so lonely and want you so much--in search of the man who is to turn me out of my kingdom and reign in my stead.

I can't think how you can want to do such a thing!" Elisabeth was fighting desperately hard; the full power of her strong will was bent upon making Christopher do what she wished and stay with her in England; not only because she needed him, but because she felt that this was a Hastings or Waterloo between them, and that if she lost this battle, her ancient supremacy was gone forever.
"I don't want to go and do it, heaven knows! I hate and loathe doing anything which you don't wish me to do.

But there is no question of wanting in the matter, as far as I can see.

It is a simple question between right and wrong--between honour and dishonour--and so I really have no alternative." "Then you have made up your mind to go out to Australia and turn up every stone in order to find this George Farringdon's son ?" "I don't see how I can help it." "And you don't care what becomes of me ?" "More than I care for anything else in the world, Elisabeth.