Faith. Because mother made me promise.
Bobbie (up to her). What did she make you promise?
Faith. She made me promise that—that——
Bobbie. Well?
Faith. Well, you see I'm an only child, and mother wants me to be happy above all things and——
Bobbie. I could make you happy—wonderfully happy.
Faith. Mother doesn't think so. You see I've always been used to having money and comforts and things.
Bobbie. Do you imagine that I shouldn't have been able to give you all the comforts you wanted whether I had uncle's money or not? Why, in a year or so I shall be making hundreds and hundreds. I mean to be successful—nothing will stop me.
Faith. Well, Bobbie, if you come to me again then, perhaps mother would——
Bobbie. You mean that I'm to go on working for my happiness on the off chance of your being free to accept me? Neither you nor your mother have enough trust in me to believe that I shall make a big name for myself. Good God, it was a pretty thought of your parents to call you "Faith." I suppose if you had a couple of sisters you'd call them Hope and Charity.