I have tried to know him and to realize that I am his daughter, but we are the coldest acquaintances, that is all; and I cannot see how a change could come.

I do not understand him; least of all do I understand why he is a gambler.

It has been explained to me that it is his great passion, but all I comprehend in these words is that they are full of shame for his daughter.
"This is what was told me: he has always played heavily and skillfully--adding much to his estate in that way--and in Rouen always with a certain coterie, which was joined, several years ago, by the man you came to save last night.
"Your devotion to Mr.Gray has been the most beautiful thing in your life.

I know all that the town knows of that, except the thousand hidden sacrifices you have made for him, those things which no one will ever know.

(And yet, you see, I know them after all!) For your sake, because you love him, I will not even call him unworthy.
"I have heard--from one who told unwillingly--the story of the night two years ago, when the play ran so terribly high; and how, in the morning when they went away, all were poorer except one, their host!--how Mr.
Gray had nothing left in the world, and owed my father a great sum which was to be paid in twenty-four hours; how you took everything you had saved in the years of hard work at your profession, and borrowed the rest on your word, and brought it to my father that afternoon; how, when you had paid your friend's debt, you asked my father not to play with Mr.Gray again; and my father made that his excuse to send you a challenge.