"Just what you couldn't do, apparently. You—you—"
After he had worked off his fit of incoherency, he resumed:
"Well, you've succeeded in wrecking your life pretty thoroughly. And only nineteen! How old is the girl?"
"Twenty-one."
"I see," muttered the old man. "Well, I suppose now that it's 'irrevocable,' as you say, you'd better take me into your confidence."
"I don't see that you've left me much choice."
"Where is she living now?"
"In Cambridge," said Ethan, with some surprise.
"With her father still?"