But he had a stern, morose father, and she had a cold and selfish uncle; and these two men hated each other with a deadly hatred, just like a story book." "Yes, Ay know," said the old man; "like Romeo and Juliet, you know." "Perhaps, indeed," said Valmai; "but anyway, they dare not tell anyone of their love, for they knew that the old father would never agree to their being married, and the young man was very fond of his father, although he was so dark and dour.

At last, suddenly, he told his son that he wanted him to go a long way off on business for him, and, wishing to please him, he agreed to go." "More fool he!" said the captain.

"Ay wouldn't 'a gone." "But he promised, and he hoped that when he had given his father this proof of his love, he would give his consent to his marriage." "Was he rich ?" "Yes, rather, I think." "Well, why in the name of common sense didn't he defy his tarnished old father, and marry the girl he liked ?" "You'll see, uncle; wait a minute.

The days passed on, and their parting was drawing near, and the nearer it came the more miserable they were; and at last the lover begged his sweetheart to marry him, so that he might feel, when he was far away, that she was really his wife whatever might happen.

Well, they were married the very morning on which he left; married in an old, deserted church by a young clergyman, who was a good and true friend to them." "A jolly nice man he must have bin!" "Yes, indeed, he was." "You are making it all up in your head, Ay know.