Mr. Carden promised he would do his duty as kindly as possible; and with that Grace was obliged to content herself.
When he opened the library door, young Little started up, his face irradiated with joy. Mr. Carden smiled a little satirically, but he was not altogether untouched by the eloquent love for his daughter, thus showing itself in a very handsome and amiable face. He said, “It is not the daughter this time, sir, it is only the father.”
Little colored up and looked very uneasy.
“Mr. Little, I am told you pay your addresses to Miss Carden. Is that so?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You have never given me any intimation.”
Little colored still more. He replied, with some hesitation, “Why, sir, you see I was brought up amongst workmen, and they court the girl first, and make sure of her, before they trouble the parents; and, besides, it was not ripe for your eye yet.”
“Why not?”
“Because I'm no match for Miss Carden. But I hope to be, some day.”
“And she is to wait for you till then?”