"What do you want to do with her?"
"I want, if possible, to reclaim her."
He smiled again.
"Do you realise what sort of girl she is?"
"I'm afraid, Walter, she is what you have made her."
"And so you want to reclaim her?"
"I do, indeed."
"You couldn't reclaim her."
"She is very young, isn't she?"
"N—no—She's eight—and—twenty."