"Papa," said Emily, "if you would allow me half a minute—"
The village blacksmith and the bailiff, who was also present, withdrew, bowing to Emily, who gave to each of them a smile and a nod. They were her old familiar friends, and they looked kindly at her. She was to be their future lady; but was it not all important that their future lord should be a Hotspur?
Sir Harry had thought it not improbable that his daughter would come to him, but would have preferred to avoid the interview if possible. Here it was, however, and could not be avoided.
"Papa," she said, kissing him, "you are going to Penrith to-day."
"Yes, my dear."
"To see Cousin George?"
"Yes, Emily."
"Will you remember what we were saying the other day;—what I said?"
"I will endeavour to do my duty as best I may," said Sir Harry, after a pause.
"I am sure you will, Papa;—and so do I. I do endeavour to do my duty. Will you not try to help him?"