"Florence, Florence—how is this! why do you weep, beloved?"
"I do not know," said the bride, gently; "but since the good clergyman has left us, my heart is heavy, and I feel alone."
"Do you not love me, Florence? Have you lost confidence in me?"
Florence lifted her eyes, shining with affection, and placed her hand in his.
"But this secrecy troubles me. Let us tell my father at once," she said, earnestly.
"But I have promised, shall I break a pledge, and that to the man of God who has just given you to me forever and ever. Florence?"
"Surely his consent may be obtained. He said nothing of concealment to me."
"And did you talk with him?" questioned Jameson, maintaining the same tone in which his other questions had been put, but with a certain sharpness in it.
"A little. He questioned me of the motives which induced my father to oppose our marriage."
"And that was all?"