"You have chosen your own way, and you know best whether it's right, or you're happy in it." "I hope you'll be happy, Charlotte," Barney said, with a great sigh.
"That doesn't make any difference to you," said Charlotte, coldly.
"Yes, it does; it does, Charlotte! When I heard about Thomas Payne, I felt as if--if it would make you happy.

I--" "What about Thomas Payne ?" asked Charlotte, sharply.
"I heard--how he was coming to see you--" "Do you mean that you want me to marry Thomas Payne, Barney Thayer ?" "I want you to be happy, Charlotte." "Do you want me to marry Thomas Payne ?" Barney was silent.
"Answer me," cried Charlotte.
"Yes, I do," replied Barney, firmly, "if it would make you happy." "You want me to marry Thomas Payne ?" repeated Charlotte.

"You want me to be his wife instead of yours, and go to live with him instead of you?
You want me to live with another man ?" "It ain't right for you not to get married," Barney said, and his voice was hoarse and strange.
"You want me to get married to another man?
Do you know what it means ?" Barney gave a groan that was half a cry.
"Do you ?" "Oh, Charlotte!" Barney groaned, as if imploring her for pity.
"You want me to marry Thomas Payne, and live with him--" "He'd--make you a good husband.

He's--Charlotte--I can't.

You've got to be happy.