He had hoped and quite made up his mind that that boy-and-girl fancy had been laid at rest for ever, and was not a little annoyed at hearing the name of her cousin fall so glibly from Kate's lips.
"Silence, foolish girl!" he said sternly.

"Hast thou not been told a hundred times to think no more of him?
How dost thou dare to answer thy mother thus?
Culverhouse! thou knewest well that he is no match for thee.

It is wanton folly to let thy wayward fancy dwell still on him.

Methought thou hadst been cured of that childish liking long since.

But if it has not been so, thou shalt soon be cured now!" Kate shrank back, for her father had seldom looked so stern, and there was an inflexibility about his aspect that was decidedly formidable.