'You have to become this man's wife now, and I suppose you must go through with it.' 'I suppose I must,' she said; 'unless--' 'Unless what ?' 'Nothing, George.

Of course I will marry him.

He has my word.

And I have promised my uncle also.

But, George, you will say that you forgive me ?' 'Yes;--I will forgive you.' But still there was the same black cloud upon his face,--the same look of pain,--the same glance of anger in his eye.
'O George, I am so unhappy! There can be no comfort for me now, unless you will say that you will be contented.' 'I cannot say that, Marie.' 'You will have your house, and your business, and so many things to interest you.