It cannot be altered.

You would not have me false to my plighted word ?" Again there was silence for some minutes, and then Rebecca spoke--the words coming from her in the lowest possible accents.
"It can be altered without breach of your plighted word.

Ask the young woman what she herself thinks.

You will find that she knows that you are both wrong." "Of course she knows it," said the father.
"I will ask her nothing of the kind," said the son.
"It would be of no use," said Ruth.
After this Rebecca rose to take her leave, saying something of the falseness of her brother Samuel, who had promised to come for her and to take her home.

"But he is with Miriam Harter," said Rebecca, "and, of course, he will forget me." "I will go home with you," said Anton.
"Indeed you shall not.