I can not, on my honor." "Do not!" she cried, putting out her hand as though in alarm.

"Do not invoke your honor!" She looked at me again.

I have never seen a look like hers.

She had been calm, cold, and again indignant, all in a moment's time.

That expression which now showed on her face was one yet worse for me.
Still I would not accept my dismissal, but went on stubbornly: "But may I not see your father and have my chance again?
I _can not_ let it go this way.