'No? Can you say no in the face of such facts as I have been put in possession of?' 'Yes.' 'But--the note you wrote to the rector--and the going to church?' She briefly explained that their attempt had failed. 'Ah! Then this is what that dancing meant, was it? By ---, it makes me ---. How long has this been going on, may I ask?' 'This what?' 'What, indeed! Why, making him your beau. Now listen to me. All's well that ends well; from this day, madam, this moment, he is to be nothing more to you. You are not to see him. Cut him adrift instantly! I only wish his volk were on my farm--out they should go, or I would know the reason why. However, you are to write him a letter to this effect at once.' 'How can I cut him adrift?' 'Why not? You must, my good maid!' 'Well, though I have not actually married him, I have solemnly sworn to be his wife when he comes home from abroad to claim me. It would be gross perjury not to fulfil my promise. Besides, no woman can go to church with a man to deliberately solemnize matrimony, and refuse him afterwards, if he does nothing wrong meanwhile.' The uttered sound of her strong conviction seemed to kindle in Christine a livelier perception of all its bearings than she had known while it had lain unformulated in her mind. For when she had done speaking she fell down on her knees before her father, covered her face, and said, 'Please, please forgive me, papa! How could I do it without letting you know! I don't know, I don't know!' When she looked up she found that, in the turmoil of his mind, her father was moving about the room. 'You are within an ace of ruining yourself, ruining me, ruining us all!' he said. 'You are nearly as bad as your brother, begad!' 'Perhaps I am--yes--perhaps I am!' 'That I should father such a harum-scarum brood!' 'It is very bad; but Nicholas--' 'He's a scoundrel!' 'He is not a scoundrel!' cried she, turning quickly. 'He's as good and worthy as you or I, or anybody bearing our name, or any nobleman in the kingdom, if you come to that! Only--only'--she could not continue the argument on those lines. 'Now, father, listen!' she sobbed; 'if you taunt me I'll go off and join him at his farm this very day, and marry him to-morrow, that's what I'll do!' 'I don't taant ye!' 'I wish to avoid unseemliness as much as you.' She went away. When she came back a quarter of an hour later, thinking to find the room empty, he was standing there as before, never having apparently moved. His manner had quite changed. He seemed to take a resigned and entirely different view of circumstances.