“Well, that’s what I do say,” he exclaimed sharply.
“Very well, Dick,” she said, sadly.
“And look here, Daisy, my own little one,” he whispered, kissing her tear-wet face, “some day, when I ask you, it shall be as I say, eh?”
“Oh, Dick, darling, I’ll do anything you wish but that. Don’t ask me to run away.”
“Do you want to break off our match?” he said, bitterly.
“Oh, no—no:—no—no.”
“Do you want to make my home miserable?”
“You know I don’t, Richard.”
“Because, I tell you I know my mother will never consent to it unless she is forced.”
“But you are your own master now, Richard,” she pleaded.