Please, Uncle George! I'll never come to you for anything else in the world if you'll help me this time.

And I won't drink another drop of anything you don't want me to drink--I don't care what father or anybody else says.

Oh, you've GOT to go to her!--I can't stand it any longer! Every time I think of Kate hidden away over there where I can't get at her, it drives me wild.

I wouldn't ask you to go if I could go myself and talk it out with her--but she won't let me near her--I've tried, and tried; and Ben says she isn't at home, and knows he lies when he says it! You will go, won't you ?" The smoke from his uncle's pipe was coming freer now--most of it escaping up the throat of the chimney with a gentle swoop.
"When do you want me to go ?" He had already surrendered.

When had he ever held out when a love affair was to be patched up?
"Now, right away." "No,--I'll go to-night,--she will be at home then," he said at last, as if he had just made up his mind, the pipe having helped--"and do you come in about nine and--let me know when you are there, or--better still, wait in the hall until I come for you." "But couldn't I steal in while you are talking ?" "No--you do just as I tell you.