They crossed the road and passed under trees.
‘My mother was to have called on the Miss Duvidneys. They left hurriedly; I think it was unanticipated by Nesta. I venture... you pardon the liberty... she allows me to entertain hopes. Mr. Radnor, I am hardly too bold in thinking... I trust, in appealing to you... at least I can promise!
‘Mr. Sowerby, you have done my daughter the honour to ask her hand in marriage.’
He said: ‘I have,’ and had much to say besides, but deferred: a blow was visible. The father had been more encouraging to him than the mother.
‘You have not known of any circumstance that might cause hesitation in asking?’
‘Miss Radnor?’
‘My daughter:—you have to think of your family.’
‘Indeed, Mrs. Radnor, I was coming to London tomorrow, with the consent of my family.’
‘You address me as Mrs. Radnor. I have not the legal right to the name.’
‘Not legal!’ said he, with a catch at the word.