She knows me, she is not afraid to trust her whole life with me; am I to be afraid to trust her?
Am I to be such a coward as not to dare to marry the woman I love, because the world might say I married her for her money ?" He stood, his clenched hand resting on the table, looking full into Richard Brithwood's face.

The 'squire sat dumfoundered at the young man's vehemence.
"Your pardon," John added, more calmly.

"Perhaps I owe her some pardon too, for bringing her name thus into discussion; but I wished to have everything clear between myself and you, her nearest relative.

You now know exactly how the matter stands.

I will detain you no longer--I have nothing more to say." "But I have," roared out the 'squire, at length recovering himself, seeing his opponent had quitted the field.