“And you would not accept him if he should propose for your hand?”
“No, sir,” was the low but very steady reply.
Mr. Dalton’s eyes flashed ominously; he was growing furious at her obstinacy.
He had decreed that she should marry the distinguished young surgeon, and who was reported heir to such large possessions.
It will be remembered that we have stated gold was Mr. Dalton’s idol, consequently he was anxious to secure so valuable a prize, so that in case his own supply of this world’s goods should fail him, he would have an exhaustless reservoir to which he could go and replenish.
“I desire that you consent to marry Paul Tressalia whenever he sees fit to ask you to become his wife,” he said, in tones of command.
“I regret that I cannot gratify that desire, sir.”
“You will not?”
“I cannot.”
“Do you utterly refuse to do so?”