“It is impossible, papa, dear. I could never like Mr Glyddyr.”
“Now, my dear child, don’t make me angry by adopting that obstinate tone. You are too young yet to understand your own mind.”
“I know I could never love Mr Glyddyr sufficiently to be his wife.”
“Now, look here—”
“Don’t be angry with me, dear. You wish me to be always frank and plain with you?”
“Of course, but—”
“I must know about a matter like this. I do not and cannot love this man.”
“Absurd, Claude.”
“I don’t want to marry. Let me stay here with you. I can be very happy amongst the people I know, and who know me, and require my help.”
“Yes; a gang of impostors sucking my money through you.”