We were young men ourselves once, Sir Alexander." "Thank Heaven! bad as I might be, no poor girl could accuse me of being the cause of her ruin," cried the baronet, striking his hand emphatically upon the table.

"But this young scoundrel! while a visitor beneath my roof, and a solicitor for the hand of my daughter, outraged all feelings of honour and decency, by seducing this poor girl, on our own estate, at our very doors.

It was mean, wicked, dastardly--and without he marries his unhappy victim, he shall never enter my doors again." "_Marry!_" and Mr.Moncton hissed the words through his clenched teeth.
"Let him dare to marry her, and the sole inheritance he gets from me, will be his father's curse!" "Till he does this, and by so doing wipes off the infamous stain he has brought upon our house, I must consider both father and son as strangers!" "Please yourself, Sir Alexander.

You will never by menace induce me to give my consent to this disgraceful marriage," cried Moncton, stamping with rage.
There was another long pause.

I heard Sir Alexander traversing the apartment with hasty strides.