"I command you to say yes to him! What do you say now?"
"I must say the same, sir. If you command me, I must disobey you."
"You will disobey me, hey?"
"I must, papa."
"Why won't you marry him? what's the reason?" said the Squire, looking angry and perplexed at her, but very glum.
"Papa—"
"I have seen you here myself, all winter, in this very room; you have as good as said to him every day that you would be his wife, and he has as good as said to you that he expected it. Has he not, now?"
"Yes, sir,—but—"
"Now why won't you have him, hey?"
"Papa, I do not like him well enough to marry him. That is reason enough."