“Oh, Paul!” she faltered. “Oh Paul, must you go?”
“I must! I must!” he cried in pain. “But I will arrange things just as quick as I can, and come back.”
“It will be so long!” she said sadly.
“But at least you are safe now.”
“Oh, safe . . . maybe!”
“If you are afraid, come with me. I will take care of you.”
“No,” she said quickly. “That would not be acting right towards my father. . . . I am not afraid of any danger. But . . . but I cannot see what is before me! I do not like that man!”
“He seems to be on the square,” said Conacher anxiously. “He has provided for everything better than I could.”
“It is so terrible for me to have to be with somebody I do not like,” said Loseis.
“You have your own house,” said Conacher. “And your girls. You need only talk to him about business matters.”