His nostrils quivered, every nerve vibrated.
"Love? You never loved. If you knew what the word means you would die of shame where you stand this instant."
Hugh lost all control.
"I bid you beware!" he said in wrath and dismay.
"And I bid you be silent!" said Greta, with an eloquent uplifting of the hand. "You offer your love to a pledged woman. It is only base love that is basely offered. It is bad coin, sir, and goes back dishonored."
Hugh Ritson regained some self-command. The contractions were deep about his forehead, but he answered in an imperturbable voice:
"You shall never marry my brother!"
"I will—God willing!"
"Then you shall marry him to your lifelong horror and disgrace."
"That shall be as Heaven may order."