'
'Will you tell me, father, in plain words, why you dislike Mr
Milvain?'
'I am not inclined to repeat what I have already fruitlessly told
you. For the sake of a clear understanding, however, I will let
you know the practical result of my dislike. From the day of your
marriage with that man you are nothing to me. I shall distinctly
forbid you to enter my house. You make your choice, and go your
own way. I shall hope never to see your face again.'
Their eyes met, and the look of each seemed to fascinate the
other.
'If you have made up your mind to that,' said Marian in a shaking
voice, 'I can remain here no longer. Such words are senselessly
cruel. To-morrow I shall leave the house.'
'I repeat that you are of age, and perfectly independent. It can
be nothing to me how soon you go. You have given proof that I am
of less than no account to you, and doubtless the sooner we cease
to afflict each other the better.'
It seemed as if the effect of these conflicts with her father
were to develop in Marian a vehemence of temper which at length
matched that of which Yule was the victim.
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