Van had scarcely rapped upon the door of the house where the fair one lived when it was opened.
A servant ushered him into a brilliantly lighted room, where the girl and her father were awaiting him.
Both had learned by this time that Van was the son of the president, and they greeted him accordingly.
The old gentleman could converse very well in English, and when half an hour had been pleasantly spent he arose and took his departure for the council meeting, stating that he was going to make a charge against the man who had insulted his daughter.
Van soon forgot all about the fact that he intended to go to the council meeting.
Metha's company was so charming that it was quite late when he arose to go.
Though the couple had but met that day, both were badly smitten.
Now that Van had chased Doc Clancy to his doom, and found his father in such an unexpected manner, he felt that he could turn a little of his attention to love.
From the little he knew of Metha she just suited him; and vice versa.
It was too late to go to the council meeting when he left the girl, so he went direct to his father's house.