Miss Pavey looked at him timidly, and her breath came fast, for she was exceedingly nervous, and she dreaded that which she felt the banker was about to say.
He hesitated for some few moments, glancing at her and then out of the window, but at last he seemed to have made up his mind.
“Miss Pavey,” he said, “you are a very old friend of my daughter.”
“Oh, yes, Mr Penwynn; you know I am!” she cried.
“You take great interest in her welfare and happiness?”
“More I may say than in my own, Mr Penwynn.”
“You are a great deal about in the town too, now?”
“Yes, a great deal, Mr Penwynn.”
“In fact, you assist Mr Lee a good deal—in visiting—and the like.”
“A great deal, Mr Penwynn.”