Talk to that fellow there," he added, pointing with his whip toward the cottage, and again putting his foot in the stirrup.

"Tell him he has brought her to disgrace--" "I don't believe it," interrupted Mary, her face flushing with indignant shame.

But Godfrey went on without heeding her: "And get him to marry her off-hand, if you can--for, by God! he _shall_ marry her, or I will kill him." He spoke looking round at her over his shoulder, a scowl on his face, his foot in the stirrup, one hand twisted in the mane of his horse, and the other with the whip stretched out as if threatening the universe.
Mary stood white but calm, and made no answer.

He swung himself into the saddle, and rode away.

She turned to the gate.
From behind the shrubbery, Tom had heard all that passed between them, and, meeting her as she entered, led the way to a side-walk, unseen from the house.
"O Miss Marston! what is to be done ?" he said.