“Pardon me, no; you said ’twas Sukey Marvell. And I hold you to your promise.”
“HE SNATCHED THE HANDKERCHIEF FROM HER FACE.”
“Hold and be damned!—And Foxwell, you’ve deceived me, too. You said you’d persuade her to have me.”
“So I have done,” asserted Foxwell, “and she has given her consent.”
“Given her consent? Then you was the relation—and I’m the Dick Birch! What?—and this here stripling would ’a’ had me help to do myself out of a bride! Oh, you shall all pay for this among you!”
“Softly, softly, Thornby,” said Foxwell. “She has promised to marry you. Have you not, miss?”
After a brief hesitation, Georgiana uttered a reluctant “yes.”
“Then you forced the promise from her,” said Thornby.
“She gave it willingly,” returned Foxwell. “Did you not, miss?”