“Why?”
“You know, Chris, my father’s wish.”
“The result of a mistake. Claude, you love me.”
She made an effort once more to free herself, and stood with her eyes fixed upon the ground.
“Claude,” he cried passionately, “you will tell me that.”
“I cannot,” she said firmly.
He let her hand fall from between his, and a curiously heavy look came slowly into his face as the jealous anger within him began to seethe.
“You cast at me your father’s words,” he said hurriedly.
“I am obliged to remind you of his wish.”
“That you should marry this man, this Glyddyr. Claude, you cannot, you dare not tell me this.”