And he went out, closing the door so violently, that the whole house seemed to shake.
“All is over!”
Both Henrietta and Daniel were crushed by this certain conviction.
The crisis could no longer be postponed. A few hours more, and the mischief would be done. Daniel was the first to shake off the stupor of despair; and, taking Henrietta’s hand, he asked her,—
“You have heard what your father said. What will you do?”
“What I said I would do, whatever it may cost me.”
“But could you yield?”
“Yield?” exclaimed the young girl.
And, looking at Daniel with grieved surprise, she added,—
“Would you really dare give me that advice,—you who had only to look at Miss Brandon to lose your self-control so far as to overwhelm her with insults?”