You told me yourself that you would rather marry old Bessie--a woman of eighty-four--than Violet Hatfield; and now, when I have found a much more suitable person--a pretty little lady--you begin to talk.

My mind is made up, and there is an end of it." Mr.Fordyce interrupted.
"Bessie would have been much more suitable--a plain pretext; but you have no idea what complications you may be storing up for yourself by marrying a young girl--What is the sense in it ?" he continued, a little excited now.

"The younger and prettier she is makes her all the more unsuitable to be used merely as a tool in your game.

Confound it, Michael!" "And her game, too," his host reminded him.

His eyes were flashing now, and that expression, which all his underlings knew meant he intended to have his own will at any cost, grew upon his face.
"You forget that in Scotland divorce is not an impossibility and--_I am going to do it, Henry_.