And now that you are here--" she laid her little hand confidingly in mine--"see how foolish I am!--I cannot dismiss you." "Which means to say, Hilda, that, after all, you are still a woman!" "A woman; oh, yes; very much a woman! Hubert, I love you; I half wish I did not." "Why, darling ?" I drew her to me.
"Because--if I did not, I could send you away--so easily! As it is--I cannot let you stop--and...

I cannot dismiss you." "Then divide it," I cried gaily; "do neither; come away with me!" "No, no; nor that, either.

I will not stultify my whole past life.

I will not dishonour my dear father's memory." I looked around for something to which to tether my horse.

A bridle is in one's way--when one has to discuss important business.