You shall be mine, I tell you, and when I am indifferent to you, I will cast you off.

Then, when you are neglected, despised, shunned, you will regret--deeply but unavailingly--your rejection of my proposals." "No, my lord, I shall never regret it," replied Amabel, "and I cannot sufficiently rejoice that I did not yield to the momentary weakness that inclined me to accept them.

I thank you for the insight you have afforded me into your character." "You have formed an erroneous opinion of me, Amabel," cried the earl, seeing his error, and trying to correct it.

"I am well nigh distracted by conflicting emotions.

Oh, forgive my violence--forget it." "Readily," she replied; "but think not I attach the least credit to your professions." "Away, then, with further disguise," returned the earl, relapsing into his furious mood, "and recognise in me the person I am--or, rather the person you would have me be.