"You all seem in doubt, more or less," he said; "and that gives me hope. Mr. Wesden and you don't agree in opinion, and that's something. Who's that white-haired man I see in the parlour!"
"That's my father, sir," said Sidney, smiling at the sudden curiosity evinced.
"Does he know anything about her?"
"Not so much as myself," said Mr. Wesden.
"Have you asked the servant—if you keep one?"
"I have asked her everything, and she knows nothing," replied the stationer.
"Then I'll go. I think I shall find her yet, mind you," he said in an excited manner. "I'm not a man to give up in a hurry, when I've taken an idea in my head. I've been sixteen years looking for that girl!"
"Are you a relation?" asked Sidney.
"Her father."
"Indeed!"