She was very unwilling--not that she did not love me, but because she was afraid of making my father angry; that was her great objection.

She knew my love for him and his affection for me.

She would not come between us.
It was in vain that I prayed her to do as I wished.

After a time she consented to a compromise--to marry me without my father's knowledge.

It was a folly, I own; now I see clearly its imprudence--then I imagined it the safest and surest way.