'And yet you would tell him!'
'No, you and you alone must tell him the truth. Let him have what is his own, and I am content to lose him.'
'Come on, enough of this.'
'You will not, mother?'
'No.'
Winefred heaved a despairing sigh. She knew the resolute character of her mother. Suddenly she flung her arms about her, kissed her passionately, and said, 'O mother, if you love me, if you love me at all, do it.'
'No, because I love you; you shall be a lady. No, I will not.'