As she filled his cup a second time, she spoke again.

'I will never do anything, George, if I can help it, to displease my uncle.' 'But why should it displease him?
He wants to have his own way in everything.' 'Of course he does.' 'He has told me to go;--and I'll go.

I've worked for him as no other man would work, and have never said a word about a share in the business;--and never would.' 'Is it not all for yourself, George ?' 'And why shouldn't you and I be married if we like it ?' 'I will never like it,' said she solemnly, 'if uncle dislikes it.' 'Very well,' said George.

'There is the horse ready, and now I'm off.' So he went, starting just as the day was dawning, and no one saw him on that morning except Marie Bromar.

As soon as he was gone she went up to her little room, and sat herself down on her bedside.
She knew that she loved him, and had been told that she was beloved.
She knew that she could not lose him without suffering terribly; but now she almost feared that it would be necessary that she should lose him.