This discussion occurred.
Beauchamp opened the case in a couple of sentences, and when the turn came for Renee to speak, and she shrank from the task in manifest pain, he spoke for her, and no one heard her contradiction.

She would have wished the fearful impetuous youth to succeed if she could have slept through the storm he was rousing.
Roland appealed to her.

'You! my sister! it is you that consent to this wild freak, enough to break your father's heart ?' He had really forgotten his knowledge of her character--what much he knew--in the dust of the desperation flung about her by Nevil Beauchamp.
She shook her head; she had not consented.
'The man she loves is her voice and her will,' said Beauchamp.

'She gives me her hand and I lead her.' Roland questioned her.

It could not be denied that she had given her hand, and her bewildered senses made her think that it had been with an entire abandonment; and in the heat of her conflict of feelings, the deliciousness of yielding to him curled round and enclosed her, as in a cool humming sea-shell.
'Renee!' said Roland.
'Brother!' she cried.
'You see that I cannot suffer you to be borne away.' 'No; do not!' But the boat was flying fast from Venice, and she could have fallen at his feet and kissed them for not countermanding it.
'You are in my charge, my sister.' 'Yes.' 'And now, Nevil, between us two,' said Roland.
Beauchamp required no challenge.