"Oh, why should he not please himself, why? why?" he mentally exclaimed with impotent fury.
"Oh, ho! So you are the beast that has broken my daughter's heart," cried a shrill voice, and Mrs. Chandos, in funereal weeds, darted into the room. "It is well poor Chandos is dead, and does not know of your wickedness!"
"What do you mean, Madam?" he demanded, now releasing Dom, and boldly facing his assailant.
"That you wanted her to run away with you. Oh, yes, we arl know that, and now you are coming to say good-bye, and thank you very much, before you go to England."
"Oh, he is not going to England!" screamed Dominga, seizing him by the arm, whilst her face assumed a sudden pallor, and her nostrils quivered nervously.
"Yes, he is; he goes in the Persia, on the fourth," said her mother. "Is it not so?" and she flashed on him a look of fury.
Jimmy nodded his head emphatically, and Dominga broke into a wailing cry.
"Well, now I will speak plainly; before you go," said Mrs. Chandos, "you shall marry Dominga, and take her with you."
"Oh, impossible! nonsense!" protested her visitor, in an angry voice.
"No, no; not at all im-possible. You do many bad things; you pretend to every one you don't know my daughter, at all; you come out here on the sly, sly—all Manora saw you; you make love, but you do not break her heart and then leave her. You marry her, then you go!"