“Were they?—those?”
“His very words.”
“Yesterday?”
“Yesterday morning.”
“O, my child! give up this wicked man, to save your soul!”
“No, I’ll stick to him.”
“Poor prodigal, enamoured of the husks.”
“He said he would be good for your sake. You owe him that.”
“For my sake?”
“Ay, even for true love’s sake, maybe—though it wounds my heart to speak it. There’s a way you could show him.”