“Elizabeth-Jane,” he said, taking her hand, “I want you to hear this.” And turning to Lucetta: “Will you, or will you not, marry me?
“If you—wish it, I must agree!”
“You say yes?”
“I do.”
No sooner had she given the promise than she fell back in a fainting state.
“What dreadful thing drives her to say this, father, when it is such a pain to her?” asked Elizabeth, kneeling down by Lucetta. “Don’t compel her to do anything against her will! I have lived with her, and know that she cannot bear much.”
“Don’t be a no’thern simpleton!” said Henchard drily. “This promise will leave him free for you, if you want him, won’t it?”
At this Lucetta seemed to wake from her swoon with a start.
“Him? Who are you talking about?” she said wildly.
“Nobody, as far as I am concerned,” said Elizabeth firmly.