She had passed a sleepless night, and awoke feverish, unrefreshed, and utterly desperate.
"If it was death instead of marriage I had to undergo," said Mollie to herself, "I should prefer it to this slow torture.

It's horrid to yield, but it's a great deal more horrid to hold out.

I'll yield." Accordingly, when Sarah came up with the morning meal, Miss Dane promptly addressed her: "Sarah, is your master in the house ?" "Not at present, miss." "Do you expect him ?" "Oh, yes, miss! He comes every day." "Is he coming up here no more until I send for him ?" "I think not, miss.

He is a great deal too polite to force himself upon a lady." A glance of withering scorn from Mollie.
"He is a cowardly, contemptible tyrant, and you are a vile, lost creature and fool! But that is not what I wanted to say.

As soon as he comes, tell him I wish to see him." "Very well, miss." Sarah departed.