There is no question of shame. But it is
unpleasant to make such a subject matter of general conversation when
it is a source of trouble instead of joy among us. I wish I could have
made you happy by my marriage."
"You will make me very wretched."
"Then let us not talk about it. It cannot be altered. You would not
have me false to my plighted word?"
Again there was silence for some minutes, and then Rebecca spoke--the
words coming from her in the lowest possible accents.
"It can be altered without breach of your plighted word. Ask the young
woman what she herself thinks. You will find that she knows that you
are both wrong."
"Of course she knows it," said the father.
"I will ask her nothing of the kind," said the son.
"It would be of no use," said Ruth.
After this Rebecca rose to take her leave, saying something of the
falseness of her brother Samuel, who had promised to come for her and
to take her home. "But he is with Miriam Harter," said Rebecca, "and,
of course, he will forget me."
"I will go home with you," said Anton.
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