He believed me when I asked him to marry me. He felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief. But for all that, it offered relief; his brain, stupefied by the fumes, grew dull, and conscience lost its edge to bite. I suppose most of our daughters would marry organ-grinders if they had a chance—at that age. I was happy to oblige them, I had grown sick of the heat of the south and all the miserable sun. ‘You do not want to be a nun,’ he said now, and Melusine noted with a prick at her senses the irritation in his tone.
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