"I love Lieutenant Carey, sir, did you say?" indignantly asked Jennie.
"Yes, it would seem so, for Herbert offers you his love, and you refuse it, and this man Carey has certainly come between you."
"Father! Mr. Bernard! you speak like one who never knew what it was to have a heart and refinement of feeling. Are you aware that you are accusing me of loving a man whom I have met but once, and almost in the same breath expect me to love Herbert, when only a few minutes ago I learned that he was not my own brother. But let me tell you at once, that Herbert Bernard is nearer to me, or has been, than ever he will be again."
"Bah! you do not know your own mind, girl. Herbert is a noble fellow, and has made you a good brother, and that is proof that he will make a good husband. Both his mother and myself love you dearly, and he does also, so just make up your mind that you are to remain our daughter by our boy."
"Never! I would die first," was the indignant rejoinder.
"Well, we will see."
"But there comes Herbert now, and I will leave you for him to talk to."
"No! no! do not leave me here with him," pleaded the girl.