The bewildering passion this man has inspired in her heart is born of impulse, and the fires that feed it are consuming her.

As for me--and I speak the words thoughtfully and sadly--I would rather stretch forth my hand to drop flowers on her coffin than deck her for such a bridal." "Why do you speak so strongly, Agnes?
You know nothing against Mr.
Lyon.

He may be all you could desire in the husband of your child." "A mother's instincts, believe me, Edward, are rarely at fault here." Mr.Markland was oppressed by the subject, and could not readily frame an answer that he felt would be satisfactory to his wife.
After a pause, he said: "There will be time enough to form a correct judgment." "But let us look the matter in the face now, Edward," urged his wife.

"Suppose, as I just suggested, he ask for the hand of our daughter,--a thing, as you admit, likely to happen.

What answer shall we make?
Are you prepared to give a decisive reply ?" "Not on the instant.