"There's another man going to lose his daughter," he said. "By Jove, I thought it was to be Nellie Fane!"
When Janet left Dale at the Grange gates, she went to her father's study.
"Lord, child," said the Squire, "are you only just back?"
"I stayed to see them off."
"Your mother did that, and she's been back two hours. She couldn't find you."
"Papa," said Janet, sitting on the arm of his chair, "I'm very much ashamed of myself."
"What have you been, doing now? Ill treating that poor young man again?"
"No."
"He's not a bad fellow, you know, after all—honest and good—not brilliant, of course."
"Not brilliant, papa?"