He trusted me, and whether it was my fault or my misfortune, I was a failure.

Stella, does it mean so much to you, after all, that you should keep that paper?
Why don't you bring it back and be reconciled to your father?
I should be quite content to go away; anything so long as he gets it back.

Don't you understand that after he has been so kind, I hate the feeling that I have been so abject a failure ?" Stella smiled a little bitterly.
"It is my turn," she said, "to tell you that you do not understand my father.

He would never forgive me, nor do I want him to.

If you think that I was the tool of these men Littleson and Weiss, you make a mistake.