They're walking slowly; you have got some minutes more." He still held her arm, watching the guests as they gradually receded from view.

It was not until they had all collected in a group outside the cottage door that he spoke himself, or that he permitted Isabel to speak again.
"Now," he said, "you have had your time to get cool.

Will you take my arm, and join those people with me?
or will you say good-by forever ?" "Forgive me, Alfred!" she began, gently.

"I cannot consent, in justice to you, to shelter myself behind your name.

It is the name of your family; and they have a right to expect that you will not degrade it--" "I want a plain answer," he interposed sternly.