I shall stay here.

I have given my word, and I am a Hoogstraten as well as you." Henrica had risen, and her eyes flashed with a gloomy fire at her oppressor.

The old lady waved her fan faster, and her projecting chin trembled.

Then she said curtly: "Your word of honor! So you won't! You won't!" "Certainly not," cried the young girl with undutiful positiveness.
"Everybody must have his way," replied the old lady, turning towards the door.

"What is too wilful is too wilful.