"I wish, though, that you would try to hold out a little longer, working at home with your mother.

In a year or two we shall be able to marry." "I couldn't," said Gabriella, shaking her head.

"Don't urge me, Arthur." "If you would only consent to live with mother, we might marry now," he pursued, after a minute, as if he had not heard her.
"But it wouldn't be fair to her, and how could I ask her to take mother and Jane and the children?
No, I've thought it all out, dear, and I must go to work." "But I'll work for them, Gabriella.

I'll do anything on earth rather than see you ordered about by old Brandywine." "He won't order me about," answered Gabriella cheerfully; "but mother feels just as you do.

She says I am going out of my class because I won't stay at home and work buttonholes." "You couldn't go out of your class," replied Arthur, with an instinctive gallantry which even his distress could not overcome; "but I can't get used to the thought of it, darling--I simply can't.