There was no constraint." "But there was pressure." "Yes, certainly, I know what is best for you, but you were not forced in any way, and your troth, having been plighted, your word given"-- the old man stopped, looked at her solemnly, his long fingers tapping lightly on the table--"it must be kept," he said, with that air of absolute finality which none could assume better than he.
"It shall be, although it kills me." "If I live I shall see that it is; and if I die I have your promise ?" "You have." "That is well.

You will live to thank me and bless me.

I have fancied, of late, that your heart had been allowed to decline a little to this Marteau.

Oh, he is a brave man and true, I know.

I take no stock in his confession of theft or assault upon you.