“Has it occurred to you that I love your daughter?” he asked, abruptly. “Or—perhaps—she has told you?”
“She has not spoken to me on the subject; but I inferred as much.”
“I wish, of course, to marry her. You know little about me. My bankers—and Hastings—will tell you that I am well able to take care of your daughter. In fact, I am a fairly rich man. This sort of thing has to be said, I suppose—”
“I have not misunderstood your motives. I misjudge few men; I have lived here too long.”
“Oh—thanks. Then you have no objection to raise?”
“No; I have none.”
“Your daughter loves me.” Thorpe had detected a slight accent on the pronoun.
“I am sure of that.”
“Do you mean that Mrs. Randolph might object?”
“She would not be consulted.”