"I don't mean to let you go back to the hotel at all."
"But I must go back. I must drive the horse back."
"That's of no importance."
"Yes, it is," persisted Tony, anxiously. "They will think I have stolen it."
"Let them think so."
"But I don't want them to think me a thief."
"I can't help it."
"What are you going to do with me? Where are we going?"
"Before I tell you that I will tell you something more. You have often asked me who you were."
"You always told me I was your son."