"You are very imperious, Mr. Stobart; but I am the mistress of my own fate."
"I am very resolute. You love me, Antonia. Your tears, your lips have told me that divine secret."
"Be it so. I love you, sir. But I will not break my promise to one I loved better, my first dear love, the man who brought sunshine into my life, and extinguished the sun when he left me. The man who loved me better than he thought."
"Antonia!"
"Leave me, Mr. Stobart. If we are still to be friends, you had best leave me."
"It is no longer a question of friendship. I know now that you love me, and I swear I will not lose you."
"Leave me, sir," she exclaimed. "If you ever wish to see my face again, leave me this instant."
"At least be merciful. Do not send me from you in despair. Antonia, be kind! I cannot live without you."
"Go, sir; your vehemence, your boldness, leave me no power to reason or even to think. Go; and if after a night of thought I can bring myself to believe that I am not bound, body and soul, by my promise to the dead——"
"You will be mine," he cried, with outstretched arms, trying to clasp her again to his heart, but she drew herself away from him indignantly.