The old man moved restlessly, but was silent. Rust saw that he had touched the theme which would arouse him.
'You were mistaken, my friend. Would that the intentions of all were as pure as mine.'
'Speak of something else,' replied Rhoneland, abruptly. 'I'll not hear you on that subject.'
'But you must,' said Rust; 'indeed you must, my old friend. Not that I would annoy you; but I came here for that express purpose; and must speak of her.'
Rhoneland looked keenly at him, and then at the floor, grasping the sides of the chair firmly; as if to restrain himself from violence, and Rust went on.
'I'm a man of few words, Jacob. Kate's a dear, sweet girl. I love her; she loves me. Will you give her to me for a wife?'
'It's false!' said Rhoneland, starting to his feet. 'If there be a single person in this world whom Kate hates more than another, it is you! Give her to you for a wife!' exclaimed he, in a bitter tone; 'give her to you—YOU! I'd see her in her coffin first! Go, Michael Rust,' said he, extending his hands toward him; 'your power is at an end in this house. Go!'
'Not quite, good Jacob!' said Rust, in a low, fierce tone. 'Not quite, good Jacob! I know what your plans are; what your hopes are. I know what Enoch Grosket can do; and in what he'll fail. He'll fail to vindicate Jacob Rhoneland. He'll fail to vindicate himself. He'll fail to overthrow Michael Rust. He and Jacob will soon be cheek by jowl with those whose good deeds have placed fetters on them. It's well, Jacob, it's well. We'll see who'll win the race. Pause, good Jacob, pause before you decide. I give you five minutes. With Michael Rust for a son-in-law, you are safe.'
Rhoneland grew exceedingly pale; and then summoning his resolution, said:
'I have decided. Though it cost me my life, you shall not marry Kate. Go!'