"Mother," she said slowly, "I told you at the very beginning that I could never give him up."
Then Yates brought in the coffee.
"Put it down there," said Mrs. Thompson, "and leave us."
And Yates, with shrewd and rather scared glances at mother and daughter, went out again.
"I don't believe—I know that this man is not worthy of you. I won't tell you how meanly I think of him."
"No, please don't speak against him any more. You have done that so often already."
"And haven't I the right to state my opinion—and to act on it, too? Am I not your mother? Can I forget that—even if you forget it?"
"Mother, I haven't forgotten. I remember all your goodness—up to now."
"Mr. Kenion simply wants the money that I could give you, if I pleased."
"He only wants us to have just sufficient to live on."