"My father's friend," Emily pleaded, "is surely my friend ?" "Drop the subject." "Why ?" "You can never be _my_ friend." "Why not ?" "Let me go!" Emily's sense of self-respect forbade her to persist any longer.

"I beg your pardon for having kept you here against your will," she said--and dropped her hold on the dress.
Miss Jethro instantly yielded on her side.

"I am sorry to have been obstinate," she answered.

"If you do despise me, it is after all no more than I have deserved." Her hot breath beat on Emily's face: the unhappy woman must have bent over the bed as she made her confession.

"I am not a fit person for you to associate with." "I don't believe it!" Miss Jethro sighed bitterly.