The old man smiled one of those queer, sad smiles which Hinton had often in vain tried to fathom. Responding to the touch of the vigorous young hand, he said—
"I have always liked you, Hinton. I believe, in giving you my dear child, I give her to one who will make her happy."
"Happy! yes, I shall certainly try to make her happy," answered Hinton, with a sparkle in his eyes.
"And that is the main thing; better than wealth, or position, or anything else on God's earth. Happiness comes with goodness, you know, my dear fellow; no bad man was ever happy. If you and Charlotte get this precious thing into your lives you must both be good. Don't let the evil touch you ever so slightly. If you do, happiness flies."
"I quite believe you," answered Hinton.
"Well, about money matters. I am, as you know, very rich. I shall settle plenty of means upon my daughter; but it will be better for you to enter into all these matters with my solicitor. When can you meet him?"
"Whenever convenient to you and to him, sir."
"I will arrange it for you, and let you know."
"Mr. Harman, may I say a word for myself?" suddenly asked the young man.
"Most certainly. Have I been so garrulous as to keep you from speaking?"