"True, but, after all, is there anything to be ashamed of in our love?"
"I am afraid, Mr. Craven, I do not love you."
"Not yet, but you will. I am sure you will when you see how completely I am devoted to you."
"It seems so sudden," faltered Mrs. Hunter.
"But, setting aside my affection, think how much it will relieve you of care. Dear Mrs. Hunter, the care of your property and the responsibility of educating and training your son is too much for a woman."
"Frank never gives me any trouble," said Mrs. Hunter. "He is a good boy."
"He is a disagreeable young scamp, in my opinion," thought Mr. Craven, but he said, unwittingly speaking the truth:
"He is indeed a noble boy, with excellent qualities, but you will soon be called upon to form plans for his future, and here you will need the assistance of a man."
"I don't know but what you are right, Mr. Craven. I should have consulted you."
"Only one who fills a father's place, dear Mrs. Hunter, can do him justice."