As to your plot of a counterfeit marriage,--" "I said nothing of a counterfeit marriage." "What was it you said, then?
I say you did.

You proposed to me,--to me a priest of God's altar,--a false counterfeit marriage, so that those two poor women, who you are afraid to face, might be cajoled and chaited and ruined." "I am going to face them instantly." "Then must your heart be made of very stone.

Shall I tell you the consequences ?" Then the priest paused awhile, and the young man, bursting into tears, hid his face against the wall.

"I will tell you the consequences, Lord Scroope.

They will die.