"You see," he said, "why it must be."
"Must be?" she demanded. "Oh, father, does that make it inevitable?"
"Judith," he asked her, startled. "Do you mean that you—you won't?"
"How much do you owe him?" she questioned with energy.
"Some thousands."
"Well," she said, "what are four or five thousand? We can sell the house and live differently."
He looked his alarm. "It is more than five," he said. "Nearer ten thousand."
"The house is worth more than that," she responded.
"But to leave this place?" he objected. "Judith, this is absurd, unreasonable! Where could we go?"
"Go anywhere!" she answered. "Live as we must. Father, you can work."