“It’s Inza’s father thot’s in th’ cab.”
“It was not her father that pulled her back from view.”
“Whoy?”
“Because he has not the strength to handle her with such ease. The last time I saw him he was a weak and broken old man.”
“It’s betther he is now, Frankie. Thravel sames to hiv’ done th’ ould duck good, so it does.”
“It is probable that both her father and Lord Stanford are in that cab.”
“An’ it’s not yesilf thot will think av throying to take th’ girrul away from her fayther, is it?”
“I don’t know,” said Frank, his face hard and stern. “In this free country fathers who try to force their daughters into odious marriages are not popular, and, should I be arrested for interfering, it is almost certain I would have the sympathy of the public.”
He looked out of the window and urged the driver not to lose sight of the other cab if he had to kill his horses in pursuing.
“Kill both your horses if necessary!” he cried. “I can pay for them! Remember it is ten dollars anyway if you keep them in sight.”