I respect, I honor, I--I--I--pray for you!" he finished fiercely.
He turned his back to hide his emotion.
She lifted her eyes to his when he turned again, and her own were full of tears.
"Thank you!" She said it very simply.

"That makes me--very--glad! But I cannot go with you." "Do you mean that ?" he asked her desperately.
"Yes," steadily.
"Then I shall have to stay too." "But you can't! You must go to your mother.

I won't be stayed with.

And what would she think?
Mothers are--everything!" she finished.

"You must go quick and get ready.