It is more, perhaps, than the love of a daughter for her father--but it is nothing more.

I shall never wed him I love--could not if I would.

Nay, I would shun him, if I did not feel that the hour will soon come when the extent of my affection must be proved." "This is strange sophistry," returned Chetham; "and you may deceive yourself by it, but you cannot deceive me.

You love as all ardent natures do love.

But in what way do you mean to prove your affection ?" "Perhaps, by the sacrifice of my life," she answered.
"I can tell you who is the object of your affections!" said Chetham.