"A precious fuss you've made about nothing."
"I can't help it, papa. I don't want to, but he insists."
"He seems to know how to manage you, which is more than I do. There, go and tell your mother. And, Jan!"
"Yes."
"If ever you say you won't have him again——"
"Yes, papa."
"By Jove, you shan't!" said the Squire with emphasis, and he added, as his daughter fled after a hasty kiss, "Perhaps that'll keep her quiet."
Dale found nobody but Philip Hume to congratulate him, and Philip was, as usual now, busy over his little plan.
"Oh, she's come round, has she?" he asked, with no sign of surprise.
Dale said she had, and Philip meditatively took up his little plan.