"She is lovely."
"Miss Clifford, she is an angel."
"Ha! ha! We are all angels till we are found out. Who is the man?"
"What man?"
"That she prefers to my good Walter. She deserves a good whipping, your angel."
"Much obliged to you, Miss Clifford; but she prefers no man to your good Walter, though I am not worthy to tie her shoes. Why, we are devoted to each other."
"Well, you needn't fly out at me. I am your friend, as you will see. Make me your confidante. Explain, please. How can you be crossed in love if there's no other man?"
"It's her father. He has discovered our love, and forbids her to speak to me."
"Her father!" said Julia, contemptuously. "Is that all? That for her father! You shall have her in spite of fifty fathers. If it had been a lover, now."
"I should have talked to him, not to you," said Walter, with his eyes flashing.