She drew herself up.
"Why are my father and you persecuting me to marry you ?" "Your father ?" he interrupted, in astonishment.

"When ?" She named the day, Wednesday of last week.

In desperation she told him what had happened.

The poor child was fighting for her soul against great odds.
"It's a conspiracy to get me round to your way of thinking.

You want me to be a pro-German like yourselves, and I won't be a pro-German, and I think it wicked even to talk to pro-Germans!" She rose, all sobs, fluster, and heroism, and walked away.