"Indeed, Sir," cried Cecilia, "to-morrow morning will be too late,--in conscience, in justice, and even in decency too late! I must, therefore, go to town; yet I go not, believe me, in' opposition to your injunctions, but to enable myself, without treachery or dishonour, to fulfil them."
Mr Monckton, aghast and confounded, made not any answer, till Cecilia gave orders to the postilion to drive on: he then hastily called to stop him, and began the warmest expostulations; but Cecilia, firm when she believed herself right, though wavering when fearful she was wrong, told him it was now too late to change her plan, and repeating her orders to the postilion, left him to his own reflections: grieved herself to reject his counsel, yet too intently occupied by her own affairs and designs, to think long of any other.