"Well, for example, you might get married."
Her face became as pale as death.
"I shall never marry," she said.
"Nonsense!"
"I shall never marry," she repeated.
"You do not mean that you regard yourself as bound by that mad promise to Leicester?"
She was silent, but she nodded her head in assent.
"But, Olive, this would be madness. The man is dead—a suicide. Even although the promise were valid had he lived, it has no meaning now he is dead."
"Yes, it has," she said.
An angry look shot from John Castlemaine's eyes. The girl's determination was so absurd that he had difficulty in keeping himself from speaking impatiently. He kept silence, however. He reflected that the tragic death of Leicester was so recent, that Olive's mind was in a morbid condition.