"You may do so, if you please."
Luke maintained his calm exterior. The old man was trembling with anger.
"If you have objections to the marriage, state them," said Luke.
"Objections! Of course I have. The marriage shall not take place. I forbid it."
"On what grounds?"
"Grounds!—I do not choose that it shall take place; let that suffice."
"That, however, will not suffice for me. I am bound to repeat the banns, and to marry the pair, if they desire it, unless you can show me reasons—legitimate reasons—to make me refuse. Anthony is of age."
"He shall not marry that hussy. I will disinherit him if he does. Is not that enough? I will not be defied and disputed with. I have grounds which I do not choose to proclaim to the parish."
"Grounds I know you have," answered Luke gravely; "but not one that will hold. Why not give your consent? Urith is not penniless. Willsworthy will prove a good addition to Hall. Your son loves her, and she loves him."