He didn't know what she wanted with anything of the sort.

She'd a good home, and everything she could wish for.

He felt that her friends ought to be chosen for her.

To go on like this was dangerous.
June, indeed, with her habit of championing the unfortunate, had dragged from Irene a confession, and, in return, had preached the necessity of facing the evil, by separation, if need be.

But in the face of these exhortations, Irene had kept a brooding silence, as though she found terrible the thought of this struggle carried through in cold blood.