Ada shrunk back as he laid his hand upon her shoulder, and he could not but note the shudder of dislike that came over her.
“Listen to me,” he said. “I will give you your choice of one or two alternatives.”
“What mean you.”
“You recollect the young man, Albert Seyton?”
A deep blush came over Ada’s face, as she said,—“I do.”
“Well—he had a father—”
“He has a father still!” cried Ada.
“In—deed!” sneered Gray. “You know that.”
Ada looked confused.
“Nay,” continued Gray, “you need not blush. Think you, Albert Seyton loves you?”