He has no respect for me.

He would as soon do what is wrong before me as before the merest stranger.' 'He has been so long his own master, mamma.' 'Yes,--his own master! And yet I must provide for him as though he were but a child.

Hetta, you spent the whole evening talking to Paul Montague.' 'No, mamma that is unjust.' 'He was always with you.' 'I knew nobody else.

I could not tell him not to speak to me.

I danced with him twice.' Her mother was seated, with both her hands up to her forehead, and shook her head.