“When I was irrevocably married, there rose up into rebellion against the tie, the old strife, made fiercer by all those causes of disparity which arise out of our two individual natures, and which no general laws shall ever rule or state for me, father, until they shall be able to direct the anatomist where to strike his knife into the secrets of my soul.”

“Louisa!” he said, and said imploringly; for he well remembered what had passed between them in their former interview.

“I do not reproach you, father, I make no complaint. I am here with another object.”

“What can I do, child? Ask me what you will.”