Alfred Paulton was still at the "Strand Hotel," in the village of Kilcash.
CHAPTER XLVII.
[CONCLUSION.]
"Marion, will you not listen to me?--will you not listen to reason? Your fortune, you say, is now all gone--must be restored to its lawful owners, the Paris bankers, and that you have made the necessary arrangements for doing so. You are bankrupt in fortune: why should you be bankrupt also in love?"
"Understand me, Thomas Blake, I will speak on this subject no more to you. I do not think you will have the bad taste to remain any longer in this house when I ask you to go."
"I will do anything on earth for you, Marion--anything in reason you ask me."
"Then go."
"But is that reasonable? Is it reasonable to ask me to leave you now that you are as free as you were in the olden times?"
She looked at him wrathfully, scornfully.
"Have you got a second bidder for me in view? Did you not take my heart when it was young, when you were young, and sell it for a sum of money down? You know there is no one in this house but servants. Save yourself the ignominy of my ringing the bell. Sir, will you go? I have affairs to attend to. You have broken your promise by renewing this subject."