Her aunt manifestly thought that it was her duty to accept the man, and could not understand how so manifest a duty, going hand in hand as it did with so great an advantage, should be made a matter of doubt.

She had not one about her to counsel her to hold by her own feelings.

It was the practice of the world around her that girls in such matters should do as they were bidden.

And then, stronger than all, there was the indifference to her of the man she loved! Marie Bromar was a fine, high-spirited, animated girl; but it must not be thought that she was a highly educated lady, or that time had been given to her amidst all her occupations, in which she could allow her mind to dwell much on feelings of romance.

Her life had ever been practical, busy, and full of action.