“I must. You love me far more than you love George, and yet you prefer to accept a home from him rather than from me.”
“Certain things are wrong, René.”
“I take my chance of that.”
“We aren’t given any choice.”
“Hell in this world or hell in the next.”
“Don’t speak lightly of such things, René.”
“I saw my father in London.”
Mrs. Fourmy let the cards trickle from her hands, and sat staring at him with weary, frightened eyes.
“You are your father over again.”
“He told me. Then it was your love or your religion——”