How could it be otherwise?
He is not a lover meet for such as you; he is twice your age, and rough and rude of speech even as a suitor.

Do you think he will be more tender when he is a husband?
He is no mate for you, Harry, nor you for him." Again she shook her head, with a slow mournful movement, as though less in dissent from his statement than in despair of remedy.
"What!" cried he, "because his father was your father's friend, does that give him the right to be your husband ?" The young girl answered only with her sobs.
"Now tell me, darling--did you ever promise to be this man's wife in words ?" "Yes--no--I am not sure.

Oh yes, I must be his; my father has set his mind upon it.

Nay, do not smile at that; you don't know what my father is.

He is not one to cross;" and, as if at the very thought of her stern parent's wrath, she lifted up her head from Richard's breast, and looked around in fear.
"But suppose I win him to my side, sweet Harry ?" "That you could never do," sighed she.