She felt, as it were, stunned for a little, but at length she rose up, and said: "Father, this is the insanity of a bad ambition, or perhaps of affection, and you know not what you have done." She then approached him, and throwing her arms about his neck, exclaimed: "Papa, kiss me; and I shall never think of it, nor allude to it;" as she spoke the tears fell in showers from her eyes.
"No, madam," he replied, "I repulse you; I throw you off from me now and forever." "Be calm, papa; compose yourself, my dear papa.

I shall not see Lord Cullamore; it would be now impossible; I could not sustain an interview with him.

You, consequently, can have nothing to fear; you can say I am ill, and that will be truth indeed." "I shall never relax one moment," he replied, "until I either subdue you, or break your obstinate heart.

Come, madam," said he, "I will conduct you to your apartment." She submissively preceded him, until he committed her once more to the surveillance of the maid whom he had engaged and bribed to be her sentinel.
It is unnecessary to say that the visit of the honorable old nobleman ended in nothing.

Lucy was not in a condition to see him; and as her father at all risks reiterated his assertions as to her free and hearty consent to the match, Lord Cullamore went away, now perfectly satisfied that if his son had any chance of being reclaimed by the influence of a virtuous wife, it must be by his union with Lucy.