"By God, sir! I am no baggage to be disposed of by the will of any man." At that Garnache himself took fire.

Her anger proved as the steel smiting the flint of his own nature, and one of his fierce bursts of blazing passion whirled about her head.
"And what of this child, here ?" he thundered.

"What of her, madame?
Was she a baggage to be disposed of by the will of any man or woman?
Yet you sought to dispose of her against her heart, against her nature, against her plighted word.

Enough said!" he barked, and so terrific was his mien and voice that the stout-spirited Dowager was cowed, and recoiled as he advanced a step in her direction.

"Get you married.