"No, I love you, and I have determined that you shall be my wife."
"Silence, sir! I will not listen to words I consider sacrilege."
"Father and mother wish it, and I urge it, for I love you most dearly, Jennie, and I will do all in my power to make you happy."
He stopped as he caught sight of her face.
It was such a look as a stag at bay might wear, and instantly came the words:
"Herbert Bernard, your words, against my appeal, have divided your life and mine forever, for never can I remain beneath the roof that has sheltered me, that has been my home, with you and your parents. Your father has said that I have some fortune in my own right, so I will go and depend upon it; but had I not a dollar in the world, had I to walk from this ranch to the nearest city, walk I would, for this is no home for me now."
"See here, Jennie Bernard, this——"
"My name is not Bernard, sir—I am Miss Virginia Woodbridge," was the cutting response.
"Well, call yourself what you may, but this is all the work of Kit Carey."
"And how his work, sir?"