"I don't see that I must marry anybody I don't like. I am sure I shall hate him!"
"My dear, you really must not talk like that. Remember you lose a large sum of money if you do not fulfil the conditions of the will."
"I would rather lose anything than marry him," said Olive, recklessly. "I don't love the man; why, I have never seen him; how can you--how could papa expect me to marry him? He may be horrid--indeed, I am sure he is horrid."
"Mr. Carson is a very charming and handsome young man," was Dimbal's reply, as he opened his bag. "You will find that he is everything your heart can desire."
"My heart does not desire him at all. I object to being married without being consulted."
"But Olive--dear child, remember, you loved your father!"
"Yes"--the girl's face grew very tender, "my father was the dearest and best of men. I loved him very dearly--better than any one else in the world. You know I love his memory still."
"Then you will surely obey his last expressed wish?" said Dimbal, persuasively. "In that way alone can you show your love and affection for him."
"Mr. Bellairs's heart was set upon your marrying the son of his oldest and best friend."
"Where is this letter, Mr. Dimbal?" asked Olive, irrelevantly.