"You know I ought not," said she.
"I know you ought, my dear; you'll be sorry for it, all your days, Margaret, if you don't," replied Anne Sheckleton.
"Come home, dear, come home, darling," said the girl, peremptorily, but sadly.
"I say, Margaret, if you let him go without speaking to him, you will regret it all your days."
"You have no right to talk this way, cousin Anne; I am unhappy enough as it is. Let us go on," she said.
"If you send him away, as I say, it is all over between you."
"So it is, it is all over; let the dead rest."
"The world is wide enough; there are many beautiful creatures there, and he is himself so beautiful, and so clever; be very sure you care nothing for him, before you send him away, for you will never see him again," said Miss Anne Sheckleton.
"I know—I am sure—I have thought of everything. I have made up my account long ago, for now, and for all my days," said she.
"So you have," answered Miss Sheckleton. "But while you have a moment still allowed you, Margaret, review it, I implore of you."