"Your father had no right to condemn you to lifelong misery. It shall not be. You are mine. I will not give you up."
"Cruel, cruel, when you know how I suffer," she sobbed. "If you love me, you would let me go; you would urge me to fulfil the wish of the dead."
Almost rudely he flung her from him. "Go then," he said bitterly. "I want no love so feeble that it bends to another's will. Obey your father if you think fit; marry Carson, and leave me to go----"
"How dare you to speak to me like that?" cried Olive, passing from tears to fury. "If you suffer, do not I suffer? I loathe to marry this man. I would kill myself if I dared. I----"
"You talk like a child," he said roughly.
"I feel like a woman," she retorted heartily.
"You think only of your own misery. What is it to mine? You are not forced into the arms of a woman you detest."
"If you go, you go to Carson of your own free will."
"Oh, Laurence, how can you say that I go to another man of my own free will when you know how I love you? It is unjust; cruel. If my father were alive, I might have the courage to refuse. As it is, how can I disobey? If I refuse Angus Carson some evil will surely follow, and if I marry you I involve you in it too. Would that be right?"
"Olive, I would go to hell for you and with you."