"Because you are not of my faith; and because I never will wed a heretic." "I am answered," replied the young merchant, sadly.
"Mr.Chetham," interposed Oldcorne, who had approached them unperceived; "it is in your power to change Viviana's determination." "How ?" asked the young merchant, starting.
"By being reconciled to the Church of Rome." "Then it will remain unaltered," replied Chetham, firmly.
"And, if Mr.Chetham would consent to this proposal, _I_ would not," said Viviana.

"Farewell," she added, extending her hand to him, which he pressed to his lips.

"Do not let us prolong an interview so painful to us both.

The best wish I can desire for you is, that we may never meet again." Without another word, and without hazarding a look at the object of his affections, Chetham rushed out of the room, and mounting his horse, rode off in the direction of Manchester.
"Daughter," observed Oldcorne, as soon as he was gone, "I cannot too highly approve of your conduct, or too warmly applaud the mastery you display over your feelings.

But----" and he hesitated.
"But what, father ?" cried Viviana, eagerly.