She had most furiously rebelled, there had been a terrible scene, and it had ended by her father harshly bidding her to prepare for the wedding, which would take place on the morrow, adding that a father was supposed to know best what to do for his daughter's interests; that the fiat had gone forth; that she would marry the husband he had selected for her on the morrow, though all the angels above or the demons below attempted to frustrate it.
"You will save me, Lester ?" cried the girl, wildly clinging to him with death-cold hands.

"Oh, Lester, my love, tell me, what am I to do?
He is very old, quite forty, and I am only eighteen.

I abhor him quite as much as I love you, Lester.

Tell me, dear, what am I to do ?" He gathered her close in his arms in an agony that words are too weak to portray.
"You shall not, you must not, marry the man your father has selected for you, my darling.

You are mine, Faynie, and you must marry me," he cried, hoarsely.