“Temptation?”
“Yes, dear, with a title and wealth; and is the heart core because it is yielding to circumstances, and trying to forget the absent one who will not be forgotten?”
“Yes,” sighed Isabel, “and it is so hard.”
“Harder for him to return, and see the girl he loved my Lady Burwood.”
“But he shall not,” cried Isabel passionately. “I would sooner die!”
“Ah!”
A long drawn, catching sigh, but not of agony, for there was a restful satisfaction in its tone, and for a few minutes there was utter silence in the room.
“Then you do not care for Sir Cheltnam’s tender words?” said Elisia at last.
“No, no! I hate him!” cried the girl. “He knows so well about poor Tom, and he laughs at it all, and says it was a boy and girl love, and that this is my father’s wish.”
“Yes?”