"It won't be dignified for father," said Marjorie, "anyhow."
"But what right has he to object?"
"He isn't going to discuss his rights with you. He will object."
"But why?"
"Oh! because he's started that way. He hit you. I haven't forgotten it. Well, if he goes back on that now——He'd rather die than go back on it. You see, he's ashamed in his heart. It would be like confessing himself wrong not to keep it up that you're the sort of man one hits. He just hates you because he hit you. I haven't been his daughter for twenty-one years for nothing."
"I'm thinking of us," said Trafford. "I don't see we oughtn't to go to him just because he's likely to be—unreasonable."
"My dear, do as you please. He'll forbid and shout, and hit tables until things break. Suppose he locks me up!"
"Oh, Habeas Corpus, and my strong right arm! He's much more likely to turn you out-of-doors."
"Not if he thinks the other will annoy you more. I'll have to bear a storm."
"Not for long."