“When you have given your promise; not before.”
“He will accept no other terms?”
“Never.”
“And this transaction, this infamy—he leaves all details to you?”
“Just so.”
“Then there is no more to be said. I might hope for mercy from the beasts of the field, but not from you.”
“You consent?”
“If I refuse, what will be the consequences to Daisy?”
“You had better not refuse!” retorts Mamma, with a glare of rage.
Before Leslie’s mind comes the picture of little Daisy, and following it a panorama of horrors. Again she feels her strength deserting her.