“That I was to talk to you.”
“Humph! Well, you have talked to me, and I don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes, sir, and then the event’s fixed.”
“Exactly, my dear boy, but I might say yes, and repent.”
“Oh no, you won’t, sir, I’m precious fond of her; I am, indeed. Have been since a boy.”
“No one could know my daughter without being fond of her,” said Sir John stiffly.
“Of course not; and that’s why I want to make sure.”
“Humph!” ejaculated Sir John. “You’ve a good income, my boy, and you’re a fine, sound fellow; but I don’t much like the idea of my little Glynne marrying into the army.”
“Oh, but I shall only stay in till I get my commission as major; and then I mean to retire and become a country squire.”
“Humph! yes; and go in more for athleticism, I suppose.”