"May I influence you in something else?" I said putting my hand in his to enforce my words.
"Eh?" said he, clasping the hand. "What, Daisy?"
"Christian, I want you not to write to my father and mother until I give you leave." I thought I would let go arguing and try persuasion.
He looked away, and then looked at me; - a look full of affection, but I saw I had not moved him.
"I do not see how we can settle that, Daisy."
"But you said - you said -"
"What?"
"You said just now, you intimated, that my wishes would have weight with you."
He laughed a little, a moved laugh, and kissed me. But it was not a kiss which carried any compromise.
"Weight with me? Yes, a little. But with me, Daisy. They must not change me into somebody not myself."