"Charlotte?"
"Yes."
"And Stephen Latrigg?"
"Yes."
"I thought as much. Opportunity is a dangerous thing."
"My word! To hear you talk, one would think it was matterless how our girls married."
"It is never matterless how any girl marries, squire; and our Charlotte"—
"Oh, I thought Charlotte was a child yet! How could I tell there was danger at Up-Hill? You ought to have looked better after your daughters. See that she doesn't go near-hand Latrigg's again."
"I wouldn't be so foolish, William. It's a deal better not to notice. Make no words about it; and, if you don't like Stephen, send Charlotte away a bit. Half of young people's love-affairs is just because they are handy to each other."
"'Like Stephen!' It is more than a matter of liking, as you know very well. If Harry Sandal goes on as he has been going, there will be little enough left for the girls; and they must marry where money will not be wanted. More than that, I've been thinking of brother Tom's boy for one of them. Eh? What?"