“There is no engagement, father,” gently answered Sybil.
“Ah! no engagement? that is well! By my soul, though, it was not right for him even to have wooed you without my consent! Nor can I conceive what opportunity he has ever had to do so. He never comes here.”
“He has never wooed me, dear father.”
“Eh!”
“He has never sought my hand.”
“But I thought you gave me to understand that you love each other!”
“So we do, father.”
“Then, if he loves you, why don’t he come and tell me so like an honorable man?”
“Father, he has never even told me so.”
“Eh!”