“And you refused him?”
She shook her head sadly.
“Oh, Claude!” cried Mary reproachfully. “And poor Chris!”
“Silence!” said Claude excitedly. “Never mention his name again.”
“But you can’t—you don’t think that horrible charge was true?”
“I think it was, my dear—my dead father’s wish that I should wed Mr Glyddyr. I have prayed for strength to carry out his will.”
“And you have accepted him!”
“Mary, a woman cannot live for herself. It was my duty. In a month I shall be Parry Glyddyr’s wife.”