"Then won't you give me a different answer," he said, taking her hand.
"I can't, I can't," she cried.
"Why, Mima?" he asked.
"Because—"
"Because of the Harrison pride?"
"Bartley!"
"Your Mammy Peggy has confessed all to me."
"Mammy Peggy!"
"Yes."
She tried hard to stiffen herself. "Then it is all out of the question," she began.