“Halloa!” he exclaimed, looking inquiringly from one to the other, “so you two have had a good talk. Here, what does your uncle say, my dear?” he continued, with a suspicious tone in his voice.
“Uncle? Say?” replied Glynne, opening her beautiful eyes a little wider. “Oh, uncle has said very little, papa. I’m afraid I have done nothing but prattle to him all the time.”
“What about?” said her father, sharply.
“Oh, principally about my engagement,” she replied calmly.
“Well, and what does he say to it?” said Sir John, half-defiantly.
“Uncle thinks it a very serious step.”
“Yes, of course.”
“And that I ought to be careful in taking it.”
“To be sure, my dear, to be sure. Well?”
“Well, that was all, papa,” she replied. “Lunch must be ready. I’ll go in and take off my things. You are coming soon? Oh, here is Robert. I won’t stop for fear of keeping you waiting.”