"Make love to a girl I hate ?" "You hate ?" "As her lover, I should hate her!" "Listen to me!" said Rowland with vehemence.
"No, listen you to me! Do you really urge my marrying a woman who would bore me to death?
I would let her know it in very good season, and then where would she be ?" Rowland walked the length of the room a couple of times and then stopped suddenly.

"Go your way, then! Say all this to her, not to me!" "To her?
I am afraid of her; I want you to help me." "My dear Roderick," said Rowland with an eloquent smile, "I can help you no more!" Roderick frowned, hesitated a moment, and then took his hat.

"Oh, well," he said, "I am not so afraid of her as all that!" And he turned, as if to depart.
"Stop!" cried Rowland, as he laid his hand on the door.
Roderick paused and stood waiting, with his irritated brow.
"Come back; sit down there and listen to me.

Of anything you were to say in your present state of mind you would live most bitterly to repent.
You don't know what you really think; you don't know what you really feel.

You don't know your own mind; you don't do justice to Miss Garland.