"Then he shall," said Marie, clinging to her lover. "I will never marry Lord Nidderdale. If he were to cut me into bits I wouldn't do it. Felix, you love me;--do you not?"
"Certainly," said Sir Felix, slipping his arm round her waist.
"Mamma," said Marie, "I will never have any other man but him;--never, never, never. Oh, Felix, tell her that you love me."
"You know that, don't you, ma'am?" Sir Felix was a little troubled in his mind as to what he should say, or what he should do.

"Then he shall," said Marie, clinging to her lover. "I will never marry Lord Nidderdale. Felix, you love me - do you not?"
"Certainly," said Sir Felix, slipping his arm round her waist.
"Mamma," said Marie, "I will never have any other man but him; never, never, never. Felix, tell her that you love me."
"You know that, don't you, ma'am?" Sir Felix was a little troubled as to what he should say or do.
