He went off with you.' 'Oh, not with me, sir--not with me, I assure you.

I went away that he might stay, and that I might not cause anger between you.

I am speaking the truth, sir, indeed I am.' Mr Prothero looked at the agitated girl, and felt inclined to believe her.
'Tell me why you went away at all, then ?' 'Because Mr Owen said to me words that I knew he would be sorry for, and because I saw that you, sir, were displeased at what he said about me.' 'What did he say to you?
Tell me the truth.' 'He said, sir--oh! I cannot tell.

Perhaps you would be more angry with him if you knew.' Gladys' head drooped low, and a burning blush overspread her pale face.
'I can't be much more angry with him than I am, but tell you the treuth.
Did he want to marry you ?' 'Yes, sir.' 'And you--what did you say ?' 'That I couldn't marry any one in this world, sir.' 'What do you mean to wait for, then ?' 'Nothing, sir, nobody.' 'And what did Owen say to that ?' 'I don't think anything more particular passed between us.

He was very kind, sir.' 'I daresay.