I have a career before me, Paula.' He said it with dignity, resting a hand on each knee, and letting his smile fade into a look of ministerial importance.
'Why are you ashamed of having your stories repeated ?' 'Well, I told you that when--when I didn't think of the need of measuring my words with you.

I've been more cautious lately.

If you had any understanding for such things at all, I could explain that a trifle like that might be made to tell heavily against me by some political enemy.

Once more--if you are drawn into talk of that kind, you must always speak of working people with the utmost respect--with reverence.
No matter how intimate a friend you may be speaking with--even with your mother or your father--' Paula laughed.
'You think papa would believe me if I told him I reverenced working men, the free and independent electors ?' 'There again: That's a phrase you must _not_ use; I say it absolutely; you must forget the phrase.

Yes, your father must believe you.' 'Do you think he believes _you_ ?' Mr.Dalmaine drew himself up.
'I don't know what you mean, Paula.' 'And I don't know what _you_ mean.