But he wanders incessantly, and his partners take care of his affairs.

My father says that I shall marry him or end my days here." "Unless you end his for him!" I cried, indignantly.
"Hush!" said she, and trembled violently.

"He is my father, you know," she added, with sudden earnestness.
"But you cannot consent--" I began.
"Consent!" she interrupted with a bitter laugh.

"I will die rather than consent." "I mean, you cannot consent to be shut up in this valley for ever." "If need be, I will," she said, in a low voice.
"There is no need," I whispered.
"You do not know my father.

He is a man of iron," she answered, sorrowfully.
"You do not know my boy.