"Mr. Fay," he said, "are you aware of what has passed between me and your daughter Marion?"
"Hardly, my lord."
"Has she told you nothing of it?"
"Yea, my lord; she has in truth told me much. She has told me no doubt all that it behoves a father to hear from a daughter in such circumstances. I live on such terms with my Marion that there are not many secrets kept by either of us from the other."
"Then you do know?"
"I know that your lordship tendered to her your hand,—honestly, nobly, and truly, as I take it."
"With perfect honesty and perfect truth most certainly."
"And I know also that she declined the honour thus offered her."
"She did."
"Is this you, Zachary? How are you this morning?" This came from a stout, short, red-faced man, who stopped them, standing in the middle of the pavement.