“I don't object to the theatre, Glory. It is the derangement of your life I am thinking of; and if anybody is responsible for that he is your enemy, not your friend.”
“You will make me angry again, as you did before,” and she began to bite her quivering lip.
“I did not come to make you angry, Glory. I came to ask you—even to entreat you—to break off this hateful connection.”
“Because you know nothing of this—this connection, as you say—you call it hateful.”
“I know what I am talking about, my child. The life these men live is worse than hateful; and it makes my heart bleed to see you falling a victim to it.”
“You are degrading me again; you are always degrading me. Other men try to be agreeable to me, but you—— Besides, I can not hear my friends abused. Yes, they are my friends. I was at the theatre with them last night, and I am going to take tea at their chambers on my next holiday. So please——”
“Glory!”
With one plunge of his arm he had gripped her by the wrist.
“You are hurting me.”
“You are never to set foot in the rooms of those men!”