“And you can not see that the presence of these masked men in this house would be a mortal insult to me?”
“Certainly not. A crowd of gay masqueraders who come to do me honour.”
“You must stop it, my child.”
“It is impossible now. My friends are getting ready. I’ve hired a band.”
“You refuse to respect my wishes?”
“I refuse to make a fool of myself!”
“Come, my dear, you must be reasonable. I know I’ve spoiled you. I’ve loved you too well. I’ve indulged every whim of your heart and allowed you to rule me, but you can’t do this absurd and dangerous thing. You forget that you are not only making a fool of me but that you are putting my life in jeopardy.”
“I’ll assume the responsibility!” she broke in, drawing herself up with pride. “If you receive the slightest insult or a hair of your head is harmed I’ll give my life to avenge it.”
“You persist?” asked her father with a scowl. “I do,” flashed the answer.
The Judge rose, hesitated a moment and then said with stern determination: