“That subject was long since forbidden between us.”
“Nay, my fair one, I could not receive your cruel answer as final; and if you remember right, you know I told you that I should at some future time renew my suit. And I am here this morning to plead again, that you will consent to be my wife. Madam, have I your permission to address your niece?” he said, turning quickly to Dora’s aunt.
“It must be as she says, Mr. Moulton. I trust all such matters to her own heart and judgment,” she returned, coldly.
“Very well, then to her I will appeal,” turning to our heroine again.
“How came you in this place, sir?” she demanded.
“Why, I came here the same as I would go anywhere, but my object was to meet you.”
“Ah! perhaps Mr. Moulton has something to do with our captivity here,” said Dora, shooting a wicked glance at him from her flashing eyes.
“Possibly he may have,” he returned, with a smile and a bow.
“Thank you, sir; you are very kind. You have taken a load from my mind,” she answered, in a relieved tone.
“How so?” he asked, surprised.