Am I cruel to press you in this way?
I will only say one word more.

It doesn't matter what becomes of me--if you refuse to be my wife." Without experience, without advice--with her own heart protesting against her silence--the restraint that she had laid on herself grew harder and harder to endure.

The tears rose in her eyes.

He saw them; they embittered his mind against his mother.

With a darkening face he rose, and walked up and down before her, struggling with himself.
"This is my mother's doing," he said.
His tone terrified her.