The grim ultimatum was spoken. Elinor and her father knew by that flashing eye and stern-set lip that there was no appeal from the calmly-spoken decision.
"Coward, to threaten a girl," she cried, taking refuge in vituperation now that denial had failed.
But Mr. Chesleigh regarded them in silent scorn, and her father sternly silenced her. He was furious with wrath, and it seemed to him that not even for his daughter's sake could he forego his dear revenge.
"Elinor," he said, with a dark frown, "if indeed you have done this thing you must prepare to face the consequences. I will not accede to his demand. Nothing shall balk me of my revenge."
Abject terror and despair filled Elinor's soul at those threatening words. She knew too well how guilty she was. She was filled with terror at the too probable punishment of her wickedness.
Falling on her knees, she caught her father's hand in hers, and bathed them with her frightened tears.
"Oh, father, do not sacrifice me to your revenge," she cried, wildly. "Remember that I am your own child. I should be dearer to you than your revenge. Oh! for mercy's sake, make terms with the wretch, and save me from his wicked vengeance."
Mr. Chesleigh did not even notice her. He stood with folded arms and curling lips awaiting his enemy's reply.
The sullen determination on John Glenalvan's face softened as she continued her anxious pleading.