The more father hurries this marriage with my beautiful cousin the sooner I shall be--be your--that is, you know, the sooner I shall go with you." "You will not allow your father to force you to marry Lord Stanley ?" asked John, frightened by the thought.
"Ah," cried the girl, softly, "you know I told you that God had put into me a great plenty of will.

Father calls it wilfulness; but whichever it is, it stands me in good hand now.

You don't know how much I have of it! You never will know until I am your--your--wife." The last word was spoken in a soft, hesitating whisper, and her head sought shamefaced refuge on John's breast.

Of course the magic word "wife" on Dorothy's lips aroused John to action, and--but a cloud at that moment passed over the moon and kindly obscured the scene.
"You do not blame me, John," said Dorothy, "because I cannot go with you to-night?
You do not blame me ?" "Indeed I do not, my goddess," answered John.

"You will soon be mine.