"He did me the honor to propose," she said.
"Hum!—And do you—care for him?"
"As much as I shall ever care for any man," she answered (thinking of Maynadier). "Furthermore, it would be an excellent match for me."
"An excellent match, if he speaks truly. There are none better, in all England, than the De Lysles."
"He offered to wait, until we got to England, for the wedding."
"Hum—that makes something for sincerity, at least.—So, you wish to marry him, my dear?"
"I think I do," she said—"that is, if he is a De Lysle."
He shook his head, sadly. "I am sorry, Martha, to have to injure your prospects, but I must act as the Governor, and it is his duty to call him to account. He has misused the proprietor's letters, and our hospitality."
"But you gave me the letter," she expostulated. "What other proof have you that he is an impostor?"