This masquerade could go on no longer.

It was not honourable either to her father or to herself.
Her self-respect demanded that she inform the financier of her true identity.
"I cannot marry your son with these lies upon my lips!" she cried.
"I cannot go on with this deception.

I told you you did not know who I was, who my people were.

My story about them, my name, everything about me is false, every word I have uttered is a lie, a fraud, a cheat! I would not tell you now, but you trusted me and are willing to entrust your son's future, your family honour in my keeping, and I can't keep back the truth from you.

Mr.Ryder, I am the daughter of the man you hate.