She won't see me--maybe her father won't.
He and my father--so Tom Warfield told me yesterday--had a talk at the club.

What they said I don't know, but Mr.Seymour was pretty mad--that is, for him--so Tom thought from the way he spoke." "And he ought to be mad--raging mad! He's only got one daughter, and she the proudest and loveliest thing on earth, and that one he intends to give to you"-- Harry looked up in surprise--"Yes--he told me so.

And here you are breaking her heart before he has announced it to the world.

It's worse than damnable, Harry--it's a CRIME!" For some minutes he continued his walk, stopping to look out of the window, his eyes on the mare who, with head up and restless eyes, was on the watch for her master's return; then he picked up his pipe from the table, threw himself into his chair again, and broke into one of his ringing laughs.
"I reckon it's because you're twenty, Harry, I forgot that.

Hot blood--hot temper,--madcap dare-devil that you are--not a grain of common-sense.