Do not condemn the poor girl without seeing her." "I condemn no one--I judge no one, not even you, Arnold.

But I will not receive that young woman." "Very well, Clara." "How shall you live, Arnold ?" she asked coldly.
It was the finishing stroke--the dismissal.
"I suppose we shall not marry; but, of course, I am talking as if--" "As if she was ready to jump into your arms.

Go on." "We shall not marry until I have made some kind of a beginning in my work.

Clara, let us have no further explanation.

I understand perfectly well.