`` I love him , Ellen . '' `` Love ! You talk like a school miss instead of a middle-aged woman . He does n't love you . He wants a housekeeper and a governess . You do n't love him . You want to be ` Mrs. ' -- you are one of those weak-minded women who think it 's a disgrace to be ranked as an old maid . That 's all there is to it . '' Rosemary quivered . Ellen could not , or would not , understand . There was no use arguing with her . `` So you wo n't release me , Ellen ? '' `` No , I wo n't . And I wo n't talk of it again . You promised and you 've got to keep your word . That 's all . Go to bed . Look at the time ! You 're all romantic and worked up . To-morrow you 'll be more sensible .
At any rate , do n't let me hear any more XXXXX this nonsense .
Ellen Mrs. Rosemary To-morrow as at like of to with