He paused and gazed down upon that beautiful image that sat before him and said in anguish: "Oh God! Is all my labor in vain, my honors common dirt, my future one dreary waste?
Shall I lose that which has been an ever shining, never setting sun to me?
Viola! If you love me you shall be my wife." Viola bowed her head and shook it sadly, saying: "A power higher than either you or I has decreed it otherwise." "Who is he?
Tell me who he is that dare separate us and I swear I will kill him," cried Bernard in a frenzy of rage.
Viola looked up, her eyes swimming in tears, and said: "Would you kill God ?" This question brought Bernard to his senses and he returned to his seat and sat down suddenly.

He then said: "Viola Martin, you are making a fool of me.

Tell me plainly why we cannot be man and wife, if you love me as you say you do ?" "Bernard, call here to-morrow at 10 o'clock and I will tell you all.
If you can then remove my objections all will be well." Bernard leaped up eager to get away, feeling that that would somewhat hasten the time for him to return.

Viola did not seem to share his feelings of elation.

But he did not mind that.