“I will be ready,” she said firmly.
“Maimie, Maimie, not without your Uncle’s consent,” I entreated.
“Then, or not at all,” said Churton.
“Then,” Maimie answered in the same tone.
“I cannot give my consent,” I said.
“Nobody asked it,” said Churton. “Don’t dawdle with your packing, child. I shall be back in half-an-hour, mind.”
And he strode out of the room, fuming.
[CHAPTER XXIV.]
THE SACRIFICE.
AS Churton left the room, Maimie sprang across, and threw herself into my arms.