'She is so angry with me that I doubt I shall not be able to bring her back to good humour.'
'I doubt so, too, unless you go the right way to work with her; and that is not what you are doing now.'
'Why, what ought I to do, Elijah?'
'Do you want to break with her, George? Do you want to be off with Glory and on with milk-face?'
'No, I do not.'
'You are set on Glory still? You will cleave to her till naught but death shall you part, eh?'
'Naught else.'
'George! That other girl has good looks and money. Give up Mehalah, and hitch on to Phoebe. I know your mother will be best pleased if you do, and it will suit your interests well. Glory has not a penny, Phoebe has her pockets lined. Take my word for it you can have milk-face for the asking, and now is your opportunity for breaking with Glory if you have a mind to do so.'
'But I have not, Elijah.'
'What can Glory be to you, or you to Glory? She with her great heart, her stubborn will, her strong soul, and you—you—bah!'