"I'm not denying that I've got about all the heartache I can conveniently carry." "Do you mind telling me how far this affair has gone ?" "Wouldn't a right-minded man give the woman in the case the first chance to answer that question?
I greatly prefer that you ask Miss Pryor." If ever I felt sorry for any one, I did then for Mr.Pryor.

He stood there gripping the whip with both hands and he looked exactly as if the May wind might break him into a thousand tiny pieces, and every one of them would be glass.
"Um--er----" he said at last.

"You're right, of course, but unfortunately, Pamela and her mother did not agree with my motives, or my course in coming to this country; and while there is no outward demonstration er--um--other than Mrs.Pryor's seclusion; yet, er--um!--I am forced to the belief that I'm NOT in their confidence." "I see!" said Laddie.

"And of course you love your daughter as any man would love so beautiful a child, and when she is all he has----" I thought the break was coming right there, but Mr.Pryor clenched his whip and put it off; still, any one watching with half an eye could see that it was only put off, and not for long at that,--"It has been my idea, Mr.Pryor, that the proper course for me was to see if I could earn any standing with your daughter.

If I could, and she gave me permission, then I intended coming to you the instant I knew how she felt.