“‘What do you want here?’ roared Lobbs. ‘I suppose you have come after my daughter, now?’
“Old Lobbs merely said this as a sneer: for he did not believe that mortal presumption could have carried Nathaniel Pipkin so far. What was his indignation when that poor man replied:
“‘Yes, I did, Mr. Lobbs. I did come after your daughter. I love her, Mr. Lobbs.’
“‘Why, you snivelling, wry-faced, puny villain,’ gasped old Lobbs, paralysed by the atrocious confession; ‘what do you mean by that? Say this to my face! Damme, I’ll throttle you!’
“It is by no means improbable that old Lobbs would have carried this threat into execution, in the excess of his rage, if his arm had not been stayed by a very unexpected apparition, to wit, the male cousin, who, stepping out of his closet, and walking up to old Lobbs, said:
“‘I cannot allow this harmless person, sir, who has been asked here, in some girlish frolic, to take upon himself, in a very noble manner, the fault (if fault it is) which I am guilty of, and am ready to avow. I love your daughter, sir; and I am here for the purpose of meeting her.’
“Old Lobbs opened his eyes very wide at this, but not wider than Nathaniel Pipkin.
“‘You did?’ said Lobbs: at last finding breath to speak.
“‘I did.’
“‘And I forbade you this house, long ago.’