"Why did you tell him all the winter that you did?"
"Sir, Mr. Carlisle knows I did not. He has never been deceived."
"Why don't you like him well enough, then? that's the question; what fool's nonsense! Eleanor, I am going to have you at the Priory and mistress of it before the world is three months older. Tell me that you will be a good girl, and do as I say."
"I cannot, papa. That is all past. I shall never be at the Priory."
"What's the reason?" roared her father.
"I have told you, sir."
"It's a lie! You do like him. I have seen it. It's some fool's nonsense."
"Let me ask one question," said Mrs. Powle, looking up and down from her work. "If it had not been for your religious notions, Eleanor, would you not have married Mr. Carlisle more than a year ago? before you went to Wales?"
"I suppose I should, mamma."
"And if you had no religious notions, would you have any difficulty about marrying him now? You will speak the truth, I know."