I didn't know what to do at first.
I knew how much I thought of your sister, and I hoped she thought something of me, but I knew how father would feel, and I was dependent on him.

I knew there was no sense in my marrying Elmira, or any other girl, against his wishes, and starving her." "There are others he would have you marry," said Jerome, a pallor creeping through the leather grime on his face.
Lawrence colored.

"Yes, I suppose so," he said, simply; "but it's no use.

I could never marry any other girl than Elmira, no matter how rich and handsome she was, nor how much she pleased father, even if she cared about me, and she wouldn't." "You have been--going a little with some one else, haven't you ?" Jerome asked, hoarsely.
Lawrence stared.

"What do you mean ?" "I--saw you riding--" "Oh," said Lawrence, laughing, "you mean I've been horseback-riding with Lucina Merritt.