"Your daughter," he said, "with the assistance of her friend Mrs.Leith Fairfax, and a sufficient degree of direct assurance on her own part, has achieved the triumph of bringing me to her feet a second time, after I had unfortunately wounded her vanity by breaking her chains for two years." "That is utterly false," interrupted Marian, with excitement.
"I say," said Douglas, in a deeper tone and with a more determined manner, "that she set Mrs.Leith Fairfax on me with a tale of love and regret for my absence.

She herself with her own lips deliberately invited me to seek your consent to our union.

She caused you to write me the invitation I received from you this morning.

She told me that my return realized a dream that had been haunting her for two years.

She begged me to forgive her the past, and to write her a sonnet, of which she said she was at least more worthy than Clytemnestra, and of which I say she is at best less worthy than Cressida." He took a paper from his pocket as he spoke; and, with a theatrical gesture, tore it into fragments.
"This is very extraordinary," said Mr.Lind irresolutely.