That same evening she abruptly told the whole story to her father. "Father," she said, "Lord Hampstead was here to-day."
"Here, in this house?"
"Not in this house. But I met him at our friend's, whom I went to see, as is my custom almost daily."
"I am glad he came not here," said the Quaker.
"Why should you be glad?" To this the Quaker made no answer.
"His purpose was to have come here. It was to see me that he came."
"To see thee?"
"Father, the young lord has asked me to be his wife."
"Asked thee to be his wife!"
"Yes, indeed. Have you not often heard that young men may be infatuated? It has chanced that I have been the Cinderella for his eyes."