"Oh, I will stay with you, mother darling."
"And he?" inquired Mrs. Fairbanks.
"He? Oh, I don't know, but he will always love me, mother."
In desperation Mrs. Fairbanks sent next day for Shock. Her one hope, lay in his fine sense of honour, and in his generosity.
"Mr. Macgregor," she said, when Shock stood before her, "I want to appeal to your generosity. You will not stand in the way of my daughter's happiness?"
"Mrs. Fairbanks, I thought I had made myself clear. What more can I say or do?"
"She fancies you still love her. Could not you disabuse her of her foolish fancy?"
"Tell her I do not love her?" asked Shock. "That I cannot do. It would be false."
"Oh, Mr. Macgregor," cried Mrs. Fairbanks, weeping, "if you force my child from me I will die."
Shock was greatly disturbed at her tears.