“No. If I began by running, I'd be running all the rest of my life. I shall remain until I've accomplished everything I've set out to do, if it takes ten years.”
“And what about Miss Emory, Dannie? If you are going to stay, why is that at an end?”
“I dare say she'll marry Mr. Ryder. Anyhow, she won't marry me.”
“But I thought you cared for her?”
“I do, daddy.”
“Then why do you give up? You're as good as he is any day.”
“I'm not her kind, that's all. It has nothing to do with this. It would have been the same, anyhow. I'm not her kind.”
Roger Oakley turned this over slowly in his mind. It was most astonishing. He couldn't grasp it.
“Do you mean she thinks she is better than you are?” he asked, curiously.
“Something of that sort, I suppose,” dryly. “I want you to come back into the shops, father.”