She nods it even twice.
"Yes, I shall marry you," says she.
"I may tell my mother ?" Miss Bolton sits up.

A little troubled expression grows within her eyes.
"Oh! must you ?" cried she.

"She _will_ be mad.

She won't let you marry me--I know she won't.

She--hates me." "My dear child, why ?" Rylton's tone is shocked.