You forget yourself, and you forget me." The high sense of honor that flashed from that glorious eye, and which made itself felt through the indignant tones of her voice, rebuked him at once.
"I have erred," said he, "but I have erred from an excess of affection--will you not pardon me ?" She felt the difficulty and singular distress of her position, and in spite of her firmness and the unnatural harshness of her father, she almost regretted the step she had taken.

As it was, she made no reply to the stranger, but seemed absorbed in thoughts of bitterness and affliction.
"Let me press you," said the stranger, "to come into the hotel; you require both rest and refreshment--and I entreat and implore you, for the sake both of my happiness and your own, to grant me a quarter of an hour's conversation." "I have reconsidered our position," she replied.

"Alley will fetch in our very slight luggage; she has money, too, to pay the guard and driver--she says it is usual; and I feel that to give you a short explanation now may possibly enable us to avoid much future embarrassment and misunderstanding--Alley, however, must accompany us, and be present in the room.

But then," she added, starting, "is it proper ?--is it delicate ?--no, no, I cannot, I cannot; it might compromise me with the world.

Leave me, I entreat, I implore, I command you.