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"One you would hardly wish to pay," replied the earl. "If, in
spite of my prayers, entreaties, and commands, you persist in
marrying the girl, I will never look upon your face again. My
home shall be no longer your home. You will lose my love, my
esteem, and what perhaps those who have lured you to ruin may
value still more, my wealth. I can not disinherit you; but, if
you persist in this folly, I will not allow you one farthing.
You shall be to me as one dead until I die myself."
"I have three hundred a year," said Ronald, calmly; "that my
godfather left me."
Lord Earle's face now grew white with anger.
"Yes," he replied, "you have that; it would not find you in
gloves and cigars now. But, Ronald, you can not be serious, my
boy. I have loved you--I have been so proud of you--you can
not mean to defy and wound me."
His voice faltered, and his son looked up quickly, touched to the
heart by his father's emotion.
"Give me your consent, father," he cried, passionately. "You
know I love you, and I love Dora; I can not give up Dora."
"Enough," said Lord Earle; "words seem useless.


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