“Do you never intend to marry, then?” asked Eban.
“I am not compelled to tell you my intentions,” said Nelly.
“Do you love any one else? because I shall then know how to act,” exclaimed Eban.
Nelly thought for a moment. “I will tell him; it will be the kindest thing to do, as he will then understand that I can never marry him, and wisely seek another wife.”
“Yes, Eban Cowan, I do love another,” she said, in a low voice. “I love Michael Penguyne, and can be no other man’s wife than his. You have long called him your friend; let him be your friend still, but give up all thoughts of me.”
“I now know how to act,” muttered Eban, gloomily. “I had no idea that you cared for him; and if you choose to become a poor fisherman’s wife, you must follow your own course; only, do not suppose that I can cease to love you.”
“I cannot listen to what you say,” exclaimed Nelly, walking on rapidly, and feeling very indignant at Eban’s last remark.
He did not attempt to follow her, and she soon overtook Dame Lanreath and the friends who were accompanying her. When she looked round, Eban had disappeared. She felt greatly relieved at having got rid of him, and she hoped that, notwithstanding what he had said, he would abandon all hopes of becoming her husband.
Eban went home by another path, muttering fiercely that he would not be balked, and that Michael should pay dearly for coming between him and the girl he loved.
People little know, when they give way to their unbridled passions, into what crimes they may be led.