You made the appointment, chose the hour, the place ...

even if you scream, there will be a scandal, a disgrace." "I don't care." "And the man you are in love with, eh?
That makes a difference," he said, as he saw the girl falter.

"Do we think of him ?" "No," said Joan.

"We incur the disgrace." She saw his eyes open wide with terror.

He drew a step away from her.
"Oh!" he exclaimed, in a long-drawn whisper; and he looked at Joan with incredulity and hatred.