What you are only concerns me.' 'Where do you think I went to school--I mean, to what kind of school ?' 'Dr.Somebody's academy,' she said simply.
'No.

To a dame school originally, then to a national school.' 'Only to those! Well, I love you just as much, Stephen, dear Stephen,' she murmured tenderly, 'I do indeed.

And why should you tell me these things so impressively?
What do they matter to me ?' He held her closer and proceeded: 'What do you think my father is--does for his living, that is to say ?' 'He practises some profession or calling, I suppose.' 'No; he is a mason.' 'A Freemason ?' 'No; a cottager and journeyman mason.' Elfride said nothing at first.

After a while she whispered: 'That is a strange idea to me.

But never mind; what does it matter ?' 'But aren't you angry with me for not telling you before ?' 'No, not at all.