"Does your daughter know anything of that affair?"
"Certainly not."
"Where is your son?"
"None of your business, sir!"
"I don't suppose there's any doubt in your mind of my affection for your daughter?"
"I suppose you do admire her," snapped the old man. "You can't help that, I suppose. No one can," he added naïvely.
"And I suppose you know that she loves me, in spite of your objections?" went on the young man.
"Bah! Bah!"
"And that you are breaking her heart by your mutton-headed objection to me?"
"You—you——" sputtered Mr. Meredith.