"Do you call it an affront, fair cousin, that I lay my hand and heart

and fortune at your feet?"

"I have called your act, sir, by its gentlest name. Under the

circumstances I might well have called it an outrage!"

"And what may be those circumstances that convert an act

of--adoration--into an outrage, my sweet cousin?"

"Sir, you know them well. I have not concealed from you or my guardian

that I am the affianced bride of Doctor Rocke, nor that our troth was

plighted with the full consent of my dear father," said Clara, gravely.

"Tut, tut, tut, my charming cousin, that was mere child's play--a

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school-girl's romantic whim. Do not dream that your guardian will ever

permit you to throw yourself away upon that low-bred fellow."

"Mr. Le Noir, if you permit yourself to address me in this manner, I

shall feel compelled to retire. I cannot remain here to have my honored

father's will and memory, and the rights of my betrothed, insulted in

my person!" said Clara, rising to leave the room.

"No--stay! forgive me, Clara! pardon me, gentlest girl, if, in my great

love for you, I grow impatient of any other claim upon your heart,

especially from such an unworthy quarter. Clara, you are a mere child,

full of generous but romantic sentiments and dangerous impulses. You

require extra vigilance and firm exercise of authority on the part of

your guardian to save you from certain self-destruction. And some day,

sweet girl, you will thank us for preserving you from the horrors of

such a mésalliance," said Craven Le Noir, gently detaining her.

"I tell you, Mr. Le Noir, that your manner of speaking of my betrothal

is equally insulting to myself, Doctor Rocke and my dear father, who

never would have plighted our hands had he considered our prospective

marriage a mésalliance."

"Nor do I suppose he ever did plight your hands--while in his right

senses!"

"Oh, sir, this has been discussed before. I beg of you to let the

subject drop forever, remembering that I hold myself sacredly betrothed

to Traverse Rocke, and ready--when, at my legal majority, he shall

claim me--to redeem my plighted faith by becoming his wife."

"Clara, this is madness! It must not be endured, nor shall not! I have

hitherto sought to win your hand by showing you the great extent of my

love; but be careful how you scorn that love or continue to taunt me

with the mention of an unworthy rival. For, though I use gentle means,

should I find them fail of their purpose, I shall know how to avail

myself of harsher ones."




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