"Alas, papa, must I hear such language as this from a father's lips?
Should anything be necessary to make that father the friend of his only child?
I know not how to reply to you, sir; you have placed me in a position of almost unexampled distress and pain.

I cannot, without an apparent want of respect and duty, give expression to what I know and feel." "Why not, you foolish girl, especially when you see me in such good-humor?
Take courage.

You will find me more indulgent than you imagine.

Imitate your lover yonder." She looked at him, and her eyes sparkled through her tears with shame, but not merely with shame, for her heart was filled with such an indignant and oppressive sense of his falsehood as caused her to weep and sob aloud for two or three minutes.
"Come, my dear child, I repeat--imitate your lover yonder.

Confess; but don't weep thus.