Murder you! Have you thought what murder is;--that there are more ways of murder than one?
Have you thought of the life of that young girl who now bears in her womb the fruit of your body?
Would you murder her,--because she loved you, and trusted you, and gave you all simply because you asked her; and then think of your own life?
As the God of Heaven is above me, and sees me now, and the Saviour in whose blood I trust, I would lay down my life this instant, if I could save her from your heartlessness." So saying he too turned away his face and wept like a child.
After this the priest was gentler in his manner to the young man, and it almost seemed as though the Earl was driven from his decision.

He ceased, at any rate, to assert that Kate should never be Countess of Scroope, and allowed both the mother and Father Marty to fall into a state of doubt as to what his last resolve might be.

It was decided that he should go down to Ennistimon and sleep upon it.

On the morrow he would come up again, and in the meantime he would see Father Marty at the inn.

There were many prayers addressed to him both by the mother and the priest, and such arguments used that he had been almost shaken.