“You have tricked him as you have me!” thundered Ryder.
“It is your own vanity that has tricked you!” cried Shirley contemptuously. “You lay traps for yourself and walk into them. You compel everyone around you to lie to you, to cajole you, to praise you, to deceive you! At least, you cannot accuse me of flattering you. I have never fawned upon you as you compel your family and your friends and your dependents to do. I have always appealed to your better nature by telling you the truth, and in your heart you know that I am speaking the truth now.”
“Go!” he commanded.
“Yes, let us go, Shirley!” said Jefferson.
“No, Jeff, I came here alone and I'm going alone!”
“You are not. I shall go with you. I intend to make you my wife!”
Ryder laughed scornfully.
“No,” cried Shirley. “Do you think I'd marry a man whose father is as deep a discredit to the human race as your father is? No, I wouldn't marry the son of such a merciless tyrant! He refuses to lift his voice to save my father. I refuse to marry his son!”
She turned on Ryder with all the fury of a tiger: