"No," said Margaret, sadly, "I will do it. Give me till to-morrow evening to choose my time. Oh, papa," cried she with sudden passionate entreaty, "say--tell me it is a nightmare--a horrid dream--not the real waking truth! You cannot mean that you are really going to leave the Church--to give up Helstone--to be for ever separate from me, from mamma--led away by some delusion--some temptation! You do not really mean it!"
Mr. Hale sat in rigid stillness while she spoke.

'No,' said Margaret, sadly. 'I will do it. Give me till tomorrow evening to choose my time. Oh, papa,' cried she, with sudden passionate entreaty, 'say it is a nightmare - not the waking truth! You cannot mean that you are really going to leave the Church - to give up Helstone - led away by some delusion!'
Mr. Hale sat in rigid stillness. 