CHAPTER XV. THE SCENE AT A WAYSIDE INN.
I was about to knock when I heard the sound of voices.
"And do you think," I heard a voice say, which I recognized as Mistress Nancy's, "that although you force me into this marriage, I shall really be your wife?"
"Ay, that you will." It was Otho who spoke in his low, mocking way.
"But I will not be your wife. I despise you, loathe you."
"That feeling will soon pass away when you are the wife of Otho Killigrew. You will love me all the more for being so determined to have you. And I—well, I would a thousand times rather have this than an ordinary wedding. Clement and Father O'Brien will soon be here. I thought I heard his voice a few seconds ago."
"But I will die sooner than wed you!"
"Ah, I like to see your eyes shine like that. It makes you more handsome than ever. With me as master, and you as mistress of Restormel, we shall be much sought after in the county."
"Is this the act of a gentleman, Otho Killigrew? The very gypsies will cry out against you as a mean knave."