“What would you have me do?” he asked.
“Not surrender to father’s whims in everything. Emancipate yourself by degrees; teach him to respect your individuality; prepare him to recognize your freedom.”
“Yes.”
“Choose your own sphere; you are six-and-twenty. Ask him for an allowance; travel a year or two; work and develop your own powers.”
Gabriel pressed her hand.
“Any more?”
“And oh, Gabriel, don’t let him marry you off-hand from worldly and ambitious motives. Be a man; think and choose for yourself. Don’t give up your soul to a girl because for one month she seems lovely and desirable.”
The man’s face clouded even in the sun.
“You are very frank with me,” he said.
“I am your sister, and I love you.”