To him George was still a boy, and Marie not much more than a child, and--without much thinking--he felt that the thing was improper.
'I won't have it, George,' he had said.
'Won't have what, father ?' 'Never mind.

You know.

If you can't get over it in any other way, you had better go away.

You must do something for yourself before you can think of marrying.' 'I am not thinking of marrying.' 'Then what were you thinking of when I saw you with Marie?
I won't have it for her sake, and I won't have it for mine, and I won't have it for your own.

You had better go away for a while.' 'I'll go away to-morrow if you wish it, father.' Michel had turned away, not saying another word; and on the following day George did go away, hardly waiting an hour to set in order his part of his father's business.