"Ah, but I must hear you say that you renounce her."
"Renounce her, false harpy! Ay, with all my heart."
"But I won't have her called out of her name."
"She is false."
"Hold your tongue, or I'll drop into you. They're all more or less false, no doubt; but I won't have you say so of her. And since you're so ready about the renouncing, suppose you put it on paper—'I renounce my right to the hand and heart of Maryanne Brown.' You've got pen and ink there;—just put it down."
"It shall not need," said Robinson.
"Oh, but it does need. It'll put an end to a world of trouble and make her see that the thing is all settled. It can't be any sorrow to you, because you say she's a false harpy."
"Nevertheless, I love her."
"So do I love her; and as I'm beginning to see my way, why, of course, I mean to have her. We can't both marry her; can we?"
"No; not both," said Robinson. "Certainly not both."