"I began to the other night, you know, you first of course--it was too bad! your having to go off at that exact moment.
Then I had to tell mother--because--well you'll see presently.

Now dear--just let me say it _all_--before you--do anything." "Say away, my darling.

I trust you perfectly." She flashed a grateful look at him.

"It is this way, my dear.

I have two, three, yes four, things to consider:--My own personal problem--my family's--yours--and a social one." "My family's ?" he asked, with a faint shade of offence in his tone.
"No no dear--your own," she explained.
"Better cut mine out, Little Girl," he said.