"But, Dolly father will never give his consent, you know that;" said a male voice behind the hawthorn hedge, that skirted the deep, sandy lane that led to Heath Farm. The tone, reproachful and irritating, in which this was spoken, was answered in a sweet, calm voice. "Until he gives his consent, his frank, free consent, Gilbert, I cannot, and will not be your wife." "You are just as obstinate as the old man."