“Yes, pa’s been raging and bullying poor Tiny so. Those friends of yours came and proposed for us, and papa said they might come, and he is horribly cross about it. But you won’t give way?”
“Do I look as if I would?” said Trevor.
“No; and I am glad, because I think you do like Tiny.”
“Like?”
“Well, love her, then. Ma likes you, too.”
“And little Fin?”
“There’s little Fin’s answer,” said the girl, with tears in her eyes, and she held up her face and kissed him with quiet gravity. “Oh, let me go,” she cried, and she struggled from his arms and fled, leaving him to turn round and face Sir Hampton and Aunt Matty, who had entered by the other door.
“What does this mean, sir?” exclaimed Sir Hampton, furiously. “Er-rum! I am astounded!”
“Merely, Sir Hampton, that your daughter was willing to accord to me the licence that she would to a brother.”
Aunt Matty was heard to mutter something about vulgar assurance, and Trevor flushed as Sir Hampton motioned him to a chair, took one, and crossed his legs; but he was determined not to be angry, and he went on—