There must be an end of it." "Why, papa ?" "Why! I am astonished that you should ask me why." "I should not have allowed him, papa, to go to you unless I had,--unless I had loved him." "Then you must conquer your love.

It is disgraceful and must be conquered." "Disgraceful!" "Yes.

I am sorry to use such a word to my own child, but it is so.
If you will promise to be guided by me in this matter, if you will undertake not to see him any more, I will,--if not forget it,--at any rate pardon it, and be silent.

I will excuse it because you were young, and were thrown imprudently in his way.

There has, I believe, been someone at work in the matter with whom I ought to be more angry than with you.