“Very much so, indeed,” said the squire; “and a very good girl.”
Alvar walked on in silence. Probably the idea was not strange to him; but his father could not trace the workings of his mind, and a sense of intense impatience possessed him with this strange creature whose interests he was bound to consult, but whose nature he could not fathom. Suddenly Alvar stopped.
“My father, I have chosen. This is my country, and Miss Seyton—if she will—shall be my wife.”
“Well, Alvar, I’m very glad to hear it,” said his father, “very glad indeed, and I’m sure Cheriton will be delighted. Don’t, however, act in a hurry; I’ll leave you to think it over. I see James Wilson, and I want to speak to him.”
And Mr Lester called to one of the keepers who was coming across the park, while Alvar went on towards the house.
Chapter Fourteen.
Virginia’s choice.
“Things that I know not of, belike to thee are dear.”