“No, no, no! he is poor in everything but in goodness and wisdom!”
“Oh, no doubt you think him rich in these! But who is he, unhappy child? What is his name?”
Very subdued came the answer. Old Bertram was obliged to bend his gray head to his daughter’s lips, and put his shrivelled hand behind his ear to catch the sound of her low voice.
“He is the young lawyer newly settled in Blackville, whose praise is on everybody’s lips.”
“John Lyon Howe!” exclaimed the old man, throwing up his head in astonishment.
“Yes, father,” breathed the girl.
“And he loves you?”
She nodded.
She nodded again.