"Papa! Papa! Don't do that. I love him! I want to marry him!" Then, after a pause, stamping her foot, "I will marry him."
"Will you? I'm afraid not," replied Pethram, coldly; "you are under age, remember."
"Oh, what shall I do! what shall I do," cried the girl, tearfully, raising her head.
"Behave like a sensible woman, and give up this madness."
"No, I will not. I will be true to Archie!"
Pethram shook his head with a vexed air.
"My dear child, you are really very foolish. I don't wish to argue any more on the subject."
"You are going to write to--to Mr. Maxwell?"
"At once."
"And refuse to let him marry me?"