"I've been attached to her ever since I saw her," said Sir Felix. "I have indeed. I've spoken to her sometimes. You know how that kind of thing goes on."
"I'm blessed if I do. I know how it ought to go on. I know that when large sums of money are supposed to be concerned, the young man should speak to the father before he speaks to the girl. He's a fool if he don't, if he wants to get the father's money. So she has given you a promise?"
"I don't know about a promise."
"Do you consider that she's engaged to you?"
"Not if she's disposed to get out of it," said Sir Felix, hoping that he might thus ingratiate himself with the father. "Of course, I should be awfully disappointed."
"She has consented to your coming to me?"
"Well, yes;—in a sort of a way. Of course she knows that it all depends on you."
"Not at all. She's of age. If she chooses to marry you, she can marry you. If that's all you want, her consent is enough. You're a baronet, I believe?"
"Oh, yes, I'm a baronet."
"And therefore you've come to your own property. You haven't to wait for your father to die, and I dare say you are indifferent about money."