Was there ever cruelty equal to this! But now the poor girl was forced to speak,--though she could not speak as boldly as she had written. "Papa, I wrote to mamma this morning, and Mr. Brehgert was to come to you to-morrow."
"Do you mean that you are engaged to marry him?"
"Yes, papa."
"What Mr. Brehgert is he?"
"He is a merchant."

Was there ever cruelty equal to this! But now the poor girl was forced to speak.
"Papa, I wrote to mamma this morning, and Mr. Brehgert was to come to you tomorrow."
"Do you mean that you are engaged to marry him?"
"Yes, papa."
"Who is he?"
"He is a merchant."
