"Where do you see the necessity?" he asked suddenly.
"Where? You, sir, have placed it before me."
"In what shape?"
"In the shape of Miss Ingram; a noble and beautiful woman, your bride."
"My bride! What bride? I have no bride!"
"But you will have."
"Yes; I will! I will!" He set his teeth.
"Then I must go: you have said it yourself."
"No: you must stay! I swear it and the oath shall be kept."
"I tell you I must go!" I retorted, roused to something like passion.
"Do you think I can stay to become nothing to you?
Do you think I am an automaton -- a machine without feelings
and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup?
Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless?
You think wrong! I have as much soul as you, and full as much heart!
And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth,
I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you.
I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh;
it is my spirit that addresses your spirit;
just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal, as we are!"