“Very well. But in spite of your threats and your bluster, I do not believe that you will dare to push Violet into this unwilling marriage.”
“I dare anything,” he began, stormingly; but again she interrupted:
“You cannot make her marry him. She would appeal to the minister, and he would not perform the ceremony.”
“I might find a justice of the peace less scrupulous.”
“You might, but I am doubtful. The Virginians are very chivalrous, you know, toward women, and our Violet is worshiped in the whole county. I fear you would be mobbed if the truth of this matter transpired, and Cecil Grant, who is such a favorite, might lead the mob.”
“If you came here to taunt me, Amber——” he began, in furious displeasure.
“But I did not come to taunt you, only to show you the futility of your present plans. Dear grandpapa, you cannot risk the loss of your high standing in the county by these high-handed measures with Violet. But suppose I can arrange her marriage to Harold Castello in the light of an elopement, and make Cecil Grant himself believe her false to her vows, what then?”
“You could not do it!” he averred, hoarsely.
“I can, and will, if you trust me. But—I have my price!”
“Your price?”