"Then you ought to leave this house," she said.
"You have certainly made it impossible for me to stay, Teresa," I said.
"I want to make it impossible," she cried. "You—you don't understand—you think I'm cruel—it's because I like you, Hugo— it's because you're the one man I admire above anybody in the world. I'd rather see you starving than dishonoured."
"Thank you for your kind interest," I said ironically. "Under the circumstances I am almost tempted to wish you admired me less."
"Am I not right?" she demanded.
"Perfectly right," I returned. "Oh, yes! Perfectly right."
"And you'll go," she said.
"Yes, I'll go," I said.
"And earn the money and pay father?" she went on.
"And earn the money and pay father," I repeated.