"What do you want with it?"
"I cannot tell you."
"Because you know that your object is improper?"
"No, sir; but you would not understand my motives."
"Try me."
"I will not I hoped you would have sufficient confidence in me to grant my request without demanding my reasons."
"I have confidence in the purity of your motives. I do not question the goodness of your heart, or the propriety of your intentions; but I gravely doubt the correctness of your youthful judgment. Do not force me to refuse you such a trivial thing. Tell me your purpose."
"No, sir."
A proud grieved look crossed her delicate features.
He walked away, reached the door, then came back for one of his gloves which had fallen on the rug.