"Who told you all this--and when ?" "My mother in a letter last night.

I had a talk with her afterwards." "Who else knows ?" "Only you." "And why did you tell me ?" "Because I want you to know why our ways must for ever lie apart." "I don't grasp what you mean," she declared in a low voice.
"You don't grasp why, loving you, I didn't ask you to marry me long ago; but you found out for yourself from the one who was responsible, and freed me and saved me; and now you know I am an illegitimate son." "And you want to cut me out of your life for a bad man's crime, not your own....

Listen, Carnac.

Last night I told Mr.Tarboe I could not marry him.

He is rich, he has control of a great business, he is a man of mark.