“Well, it appears that he came over with credentials from his uncle then, intending to address you. But Mr Margetts, not suspecting his purpose, insisted on riding back with him at once. If he had known the object of his visit, Mr Margetts would not have so taken him away.”
Not feeling quite so sure of that, Thyrza remained silent for a minute or two, and then rejoined—
“But if he has put off any renewal of his visit for more than three months, he cannot be very much in earnest about this.”
“You do not understand our ways. We do not do things in a hurry. No, Thyrza, you must receive him with all consideration, and must not, at all events, reject him before he makes his offer.”
“And how long will it be before he makes it?”
“I cannot say; probably some months. He will come over occasionally, at intervals, and then you will receive him in the proper manner.”
“And what is the proper manner?” inquired Thyrza, who was growing more and more discomposed at every fresh detail.
“Why, when he arrives, you will of course shake hands with him, and then he will probably say no more to you till after supper. Then he will remain in the parlour; and then you will wait till we are gone to bed, and then go to him—”
“Gracious, father, you are not serious!”
“Perfectly so, Thyrza. The room will be dark, but you will take a piece of candle with you, which you will light; and the interview between you will last until the candle has burned out. Then you will retire to bed, and he will ride home. That is the usual custom.”