"He is more of a true gentleman than you will ever be, Mr. Bulson."
"You are truly complimentary, Gertrude. But you do not know your own mind, nor what is best for you. This running away has upset your judgment."
"I did not run away—I was driven away—and all because of you."
"Then let me set matters right for you."
"Will you do that?" she asked eagerly.
"I promise I will—if you'll only marry me."
"Always the same thing!" she cried, bursting into tears. "I will not listen. Let me go."
She started for the door, but he placed himself directly in her path.
"Wait a minute. Where do you live?"