It makes me wretched," said Lawson.
"And I am miserable," responded Caroline, with a sigh, and her eyes fell to the ground.

"Miserable," she repeated.
"I love you, tenderly, devotedly," said Lawson, as he tightly clasped the hand he had taken: "and it is my most ardent wish to make you happy.

Oh! why should a parent's mistaken will interpose between us and our dearest wishes ?" Caroline leaned toward the young man, but did not reply.
"Is there any hope of his being induced to give his consent to--to--our--union ?" "None, I fear," came from the lips of Caroline in a faint whisper.
"Is he so strongly prejudiced against me ?" "Yes." "Then, what are we to do ?" Caroline sighed.
"To meet, hopelessly, is only to make us the more wretched," said Lawson.

"Better part, and forever, than suffer a martyrdom of affection like this." Still closer shrunk the weak and foolish girl to the young man's side.

She was like a bird in the magic circle of the charmer.
"Caroline," said Lawson, after another period of silence, and his voice was low, tender and penetrating--"Are you willing, for my sake, to brave your father's anger ?" "For your sake, Charles!" replied Caroline, with sudden enthusiasm.
"Yes--yes.