He stooped and kissed her forehead, watching her countenance eagerly.
"Oh, father! do not ask this of me! Anything else! anything else."
"Answer me, my darling child; give me your promise."
His hold was painful, and an angry pant mingled with the pleading tones. She raised her head and said slowly—
"My father, I cannot."
He threw her hand from him, and sprang up.
"Ingrate! do you mean to say that you will not fulfil a sacred engagement?—that you will break an oath given to the dead."
"I do not hold myself bound by the oaths of another, though he were twice my father. I am responsible for no acts but my own. I, only, can give myself away. Why should you wish to force this marriage on me? Father, do you think that a woman has no voice in a matter involving her happiness for life?"
"Oh! I suspected that your cursed obstinacy would meet me here, as well as elsewhere in your life. You have been a source of trouble and sorrow from your birth; but the time has come to end all this. You know that I never menace idly, and if you refuse to hear reason, I will utterly disinherit you, though you are my only child. Ponder it well. You have been raised in luxury, and taught to believe yourself one of the wealthiest heiresses in the state; contrast your present position, your elegant home, your fastidious tastes gratified to the utmost; contrast all this, I say, with poverty—imagine yourself left in the world without one cent! Think of it! think of it! My wealth is my own, mark you, and I will give it to whom I please, irrespective of all claims of custom. Now the alternative is fully before you, and on your own head be the consequences. Will you accede to my wishes, as any dutiful child should, or will you deliberately incur my everlasting displeasure? Will you marry Hugh?"
"Father, I will not marry Hugh, so help me, God!".