“‘Redgill—yes. He is one of the loud-mouthed party who cry against the king, and that, for one reason, makes them enemies. But you do not mean to say, surely, that Redgill did this horrid deed?’
“‘All I mean to say, colonel, is this,’ said Ashton—‘there is a deadly hatred between them, for I believe Redgill has offered his hand to your daughter Clare, and been refused.’
“‘Why, I’d rather have the devil for a son-in-law than him. But what makes your lip tremble, Ashton?’
“‘Because I hold a great secret regarding Lawrence!’
“‘Indeed!’
“‘Yes; but before I tell it to you let me ask you one question.’
“‘Name it.’
“‘Would you ever object to Clare marrying the man of her choice?’
“‘Marrying the man of her choice?’ said the old colonel, in surprise. ‘Why, of course not; if he was a fit and proper person, you know.’
“‘Well, if Lawrence here were to propose for your daughter, I mean.’