OncemoreMr。St。Clairlookedathiminsilence。Thenslowlyandwithquietemphasis，hesaid：\"Mr。Macdonald，youareadeterminedman，butasGodlives，thispurposeofyoursyouwillnevercarryout。Iknowmydaughter，Ithink，betterthanyouknowher，andI
tellyou，\"hereaslightsmileofconfidenceplayedforamomentonhisface，\"shewillneverbeyourwife。\"
Ranaldbowedhishead。
\"Itshallbeasshewills，\"hesaid，inagrave，almostsad，voice。
\"Sheshalldecide，\"andhepassedintohisoffice。