You'll hear reason; you won't stand out against your poor old father and against your own interests.

The long and the short of it is, I've given Whitelaw my promise that you shall be his wife between this and Easter." "What!" exclaimed Ellen, with a faint cry of horror; "you don't mean that you've promised that, father! You can't mean it!" "I can and do mean it, lass." "Then you've made a promise that will never be kept.

You might have known as much when you made it.

I'm sure I've been plain-spoken enough about Stephen Whitelaw." "That was a girl's silly talk.

I didn't think to find you a fool when I came to the point.