The boy was out of his head.

We are old, now, my dear, but there was a time when we should have resented such a thing as much as Frank--though not in the same fashion, perhaps--not in the same fashion." The old man pressed his lips hard to keep down his emotion.
"Oh, how could he--how could he!" said his mother: "we meant everything for the best." "It is always dangerous business meddling with lovers' affairs," rejoined Richard.

"Lovers take themselves very seriously indeed, and--well, here the thing is! Now, who will go and fetch her from Liverpool?
I should say that both my father and my mother ought to go." Thus Richard took it for granted that they would receive Frank's Indian wife into their home.

He intended that, so far as he was concerned, there should be no doubt upon the question from the beginning.
"Never--she shall never come here!" said Marion, with flashing eyes; "a common squaw, with greasy hair, and blankets, and big mouth, and black teeth, who eats with her fingers and grunts! If she does, if she is brought to Greyhope, I will never show my face in the world again.

Frank married the animal: why does he ship her home to us?
Why didn't he come with her?
Why does he not take her to a home of his own?
Why should he send her here, to turn our house into a menagerie ?" Marion drew her skirt back, as if the common squaw, with her blankets and grease, was at that moment near her.
"Well, you see," continued Richard, "that is just it.