Now listen to me.

I love that girl of mine better'n the whole wide world and yet I'd ruther see her dead afore me than married to a Reg'lar minister.
Disgrace to HIM! Disgrace to your miser'ble church! What about the disgrace to MINE?
And the disgrace to HER?
Ruin to your minister! Ruin to my girl here and hereafter is what I'm thinkin' of; that and my people who worship God with me.

I'll talk to Grace.

I'll talk to her.

But not of what'll happen to him or you--or any of your cantin', lip-servin' crew.