"There is one," said Emilia, steadily, "to whom you should have spoken even before you addressed me or Constance."
"My father?"
"Yes, your father."
"Again, I daresay you are right. But I am sure of my father. He loves me, and will not thwart me----"
Emilia held up her hand. "Have you considered the difference in our position?"
"No--except that I have always felt that Constance is far above me, if that is what you mean."
"It is not what I mean. Parents are compelled to view such matters in a different light. I can give Constance no dowry."
"I want none. I want her."
"And with your father's approval, you shall have my consent. It is my duty to say this to you, and as you have consulted me first I should wish him to know that I have so expressed myself, and that my answer is in his hands."
"Very well, I will go to him at once. There is not the least doubt of his answer, and I have yours already."