"He said that,—that you were afraid of her father."
"I am."
"And of me."
"No;—not of you, Mrs. O'Hara."
"Listen to me. He said that such a one as you cannot endure the presence of an uneducated and ill-mannered mother-in-law. Do not interrupt me, Lord Scroope. If you will marry her, my girl shall never see my face again; and I will cling to that man and will not leave him for a moment, so that he shall never put his foot near your door. Our name shall never be spoken in your hearing. She shall never even write to me if you think it better that we shall be so separated."
"It is not that," he said.
"What is it, then?"
"Oh, Mrs. O'Hara, you do not understand. You,—you I could love dearly."
"I would have you keep all your love for her."
"I do love her. She is good enough for me. She is too good; and so are you. It is for the family, and not for myself."