By this time another week the question must be decided." She bowed, and made no other answer.
"Stella," said her father when they were alone and he had regarded for some moments her averted and half-sullen face, "what do you propose to do ?" There was no answer.
After another pause he continued: "In settling the question, represent your mother and myself by a cipher.

That is all we are, if the logic of your past action counts for anything.

Again I ask, What do you propose to do?
No matter how pretty and flattered a girl may be, she cannot alter gravitation.

There are other facts just as inexorable.
Shutting your eyes to them, or any other phase of folly, will not make the slightest difference." "I think it's a horrid fact that I must marry a man that I don't love." "That is not one of the facts at all.

Stock-gambler as I am, and in almost desperate straits, I require nothing of the kind.