Then he clenched his hands and teeth, and stood up, and wrung his hands together. Presently, with a gasp, he said, "Because I married a beggar, is this mating with beggars to be a curse in the family from generation to generation, entailed from father to son. It shall not be; by heaven! it shall not be. You have had your own way too long, Anthony! I have borne with your whimsies, because they were harmless. Now you will wreck your own happiness, your honour, make yourself the laughing-stock of the whole country! I will save you from yourself. Do you hear me? I tried the sport, and it did not answer. I had wealth and she beauty, and beauty alone. It did not answer. We were cat and dog--your mother and I. Bessie knows it. She can bear me witness. I will not suffer this house to be made a hell of again." "Father," said Anthony, "it was not that which caused you unhappiness--it was that you had interfered with the love of two who had given their hearts to each other." Bessie threw herself between her father and brother. "Oh, Anthony! Anthony!" she cried. "You say that!" exclaimed the old man. "I do--and now I warn you not to do the same thing. Urith and I love each other, and will have each other." "I tell you I hate the girl--she shall never come here." "Father," said Anthony--his pulses were beating like a thundering furious sea against cliffs, as a raging gale flinging itself against the moorland tors--"father, I see why it is that you are against Urith. You nourish against her the bitterness you felt against her father. You laughed and were pleased when I had dishonoured his grave. That surprised me. Now I understand all, and now I am forced to speak out the truth. You did a wrong in taking our mother away from him whom she loved, and then you ill-treated her when you had her in your power. You have nothing else against Urith--nothing. That she is poor is no crime." Bessie clasped her arms about the old man. "Do not listen to him," she said. "He forgets his duty to you, only because he has been excited and wronged to-day." Then to her brother: "Anthony! do not forget that he is your father, to whom reverence is due." Anthony remained silent for a couple of minutes, then he stood up from his chair, and went over to the old man. "I was wrong," he said. "I should not have spoken thus. Come, father, we have had little puffs between us, never such a bang as this. Let it be over; no more about the matter between us for a day or two, till we are both cool." "I will make an end of this affair at once," said Squire Cleverdon. "What is the good of putting off what must be said?--of expecting a change which will never take place. You shall never--never obtain my consent. So give up the hussy, or you shall rue it." "Nothing is gained, father, by threatening me. You must know that. I have made up my mind." He folded his arms on his breast. "And so have I mine," answered old Cleverdon, folding his arms.