"Are you so fond of him?"
"Fond of him? Aren't you?"
"I'm his mother, my good girl!"
To this Trilby seemed to have nothing to say.
"You have just said yourself you are not a fit wife for him. If you are so fond of him, will you ruin him by marrying him; drag him down; prevent him from getting on in life; separate him from his sister, his family, his friends?"
Trilby turned her miserable eyes to Taffy's miserable face, and said, "Will it really be all that, Taffy?"
"Oh, Trilby, things have got all wrong, and can't be righted! I'm afraid it might be so. Dear Trilby—I can't tell you what I feel—but I can't tell you lies, you know!"
"Oh no—Taffy—you don't tell lies!"