She hardly knew for what; but this tremendous leap alarmed her. "Till we have thought about it a little more."
He shook his head, sadly and reproachfully. "I thought you had been thinking about it these three weeks. Do you want to turn it over in your mind for five years? You have given me more than time enough. My poor girl," he added in a moment, "you are not sincere!"
Catherine coloured from brow to chin, and her eyes filled with tears. "Oh, how can you say that?" she murmured.
"Why, you must take me or leave me," said Morris, very reasonably. "You can't please your father and me both; you must choose between us."
"I have chosen you!" she said, passionately.
"Then marry me next week."
She stood gazing at him. "Isn't there any other way?"
"None that I know of for arriving at the same result. If there is, I should be happy to hear of it."
Catherine could think of nothing of the kind, and Morris's luminosity seemed almost pitiless. The only thing she could think of was that her
