"Granted, but she was only a governess, and the senator's daughter may stoop like her father to wed her tutor."
"I hate you! I would not marry you if you were the last man on earth! Release me at once, and let me go home!" she cried imperiously.
"I will not. I love you to madness, and I have sworn that I will make you my bride. I will keep you imprisoned here until you consent."
"I will kill myself first."
"I am not afraid of that."
She looked at the coarse, frowzy-haired woman whose greasy clothes smelled of soapsuds.
"Are you in this plot?" she asked disdainfully.
"He is my son, and has put you in my charge, and I have promised to keep you safe; that is all," was the careless answer.
"But my father will search everywhere for me, and he will punish you both when he finds me."
"He will not find you, for there will not be the slightest clew for him to follow. This house is an old ruin, and my mother lives here alone. I board in one of the best neighborhoods in Washington, and I will never come here to see you only late at night."