"You love her—you are very sure?" asked the father at last.
"Better than my life," cried Graydon warmly.
"She has good blood in her," said Bansemer, senior, slowly, almost absently.
"I should say so. Her father is a wonderful man."
"Yes, I daresay," agreed the other without taking his eyes from the son's face.
"But you don't say whether you approve or disapprove," complained Graydon.
"Would it change matters if I disapproved?"
"Not in the least, father. I love her. I'd hate to displease you in—"
"Then, of course, I approve," said the other, with his warmest smile. "Jane is a beauty and—I am proud of her."
"She is too good for me," lamented Graydon happily.