Visions of a strong figure rising in the middle of the ceremony to cry out against the final words flashed into her mind.

Would she have that to look forward to and dread?
"I shall go on appealing to your honour, your decency, your self-respect, if not to the love you say you bear for me." She breathed easier.

"And will you confine your appeals to me ?" "What do you mean ?" "I thought you might take it into your head to appeal to Mr.Thorpe's honour, decency, self-respect and love for you," she said, sullenly.

"He is quite as guilty as I, remember." "He has quite a different object in view.

He seems to feel that he is doing me a good turn, not an evil one." "Bosh!" She was angry.