You are not going to do me an injury?
It will prejudice my mother seriously if she finds out my--my--" "Your love for me," finished Josephine.
"Yes." "Why will it prejudice her ?" "Need I--must I tell you?
My mother is proud; she--she would almost disown me if I made a _mesalliance_." Nina flung back her head.
"You talk like a boy," she said.

"When you marry me you save, not degrade, yourself.

Ah, I know a secret.

Such a secret! Such a blessed, blessed, happy secret for me.

It is turning me into a good girl.