He told me where she was, and I went to see her." There was no movement in the quiet figure, no words passed the white lips.
"I went to see her," he continued; "she was so unhappy, so pretty in her sorrow and love, so innocent, so fond of me, that I forgot all I should have remembered, and married her." Valentine started then and uttered a low cry.
"You are shocked," said Ronald; "but, Miss Charteris, think of her so young and gentle! They would have forced her to marry the farmer, and she disliked him.

What else could I do to save her ?" Even then, in the midst of that sharp sorrow, Valentine could not help admiring Ronald's brave simplicity, his chivalry, his honor.
"I married her," he said, "and I mean to be true to her.

I thought my father would relent and forgive us, but I fear I was too sanguine.
Since my marriage my father has told me that if I do not give up Dora he will not see me again.

Every day I resolve to tell him what I have done, but something interferes to prevent it.

I have never seen my wife since our wedding day.