"Dr. Grimshaw!" she said, "I have come to make a last appeal to you! I have come to beg, to supplicate you, for my sake, for honor, for truth and for mercy's sake, yes! for heaven's sake, to withdraw your pretensions to my poor hand. For, sir, I do not and cannot like you! I do not say but that you are far too good and wise, and every way too worthy for such a girl as I am--and that you do me the very greatest honor by your preference, but still no one can account for tastes--and, sir, I cannot like you--pray, pardon me! indeed, I cannot help it." Although her words were so humble, her color was still heightened, and her eyes had a threatening, defiant sparkle in them, so contradictory, so piquant and fascinating in contrast with the little, fragile, graceful, helpless form, that his head was almost turned. It was with difficulty he could keep from snatching the fluttering, half-defiant, half-frightened, bird-like creature to his bosom. But he contented himself with saying: "My fairy! we are commanded to love those that hate us; and should you hate me more than ever, I should only continue to love you!" "Love me at a distance, then! and the greater the distance, the more grateful I shall be!" He could no longer quite restrain himself. He seized her hand and drew her towards him, exclaiming in an eager, breathless, half-whisper: "No! closer and closer shall my love draw us, beautiful one! until it compasses your hate and unites us forever!" With a half-suppressed cry she wrung her hand from his grasp and answered, wildly: "I sought your presence to entreat you--and to warn you! I have supplicated you, and you have turned a deaf ear to my prayer! Now I warn you! and disregard my warning, if you dare! despise it at your peril! I am going out of my wits, I think! I warn you that I may consent to become your wife! I have no persevering resistance in my nature. I cannot hold out forever against those I love. But I warn you, that if ever I consent, it will be under the undue influence of others!" "Put your consent upon any ground you please, you delightful, you enchanting little creature. We will spare your blushes, charming as they are!" he exclaimed, surprised out of self-control and seizing both her hands. Angrily she snatched them from him. "What have I said? Oh! what have I said? I believe I am going crazy! I tell you, Dr. Grimshaw, that if I ever yield, it will be only to the overwhelming force brought to bear upon me; and even then it will be only during a temporary fit of insanity! And I warn you--I warn you not to dare to take me at my word!" "Will I not? You bewitching little sprite! do you do this to make me love you ten thousand times more than I do?" Passionately she broke forth in reply: