“In his own way, and yours. Let it be over as soon as possible. Where is this man?”
“Gently, gently; he is not far away.”
“So much the better. I cannot rest now till all is done. I must take Daisy back to her home; the rest is nothing.”
Mamma looks at her craftily.
“You agree to all the terms?” she asks. “Will you swear to keep your word?”
“I will do anything, when I am assured that I shall have Daisy safely back.”
“Ah!” ejaculates Mamma, indulging in a long sigh of relieved anxiety, “I will go tell Franz. He is as anxious to have the business settled as you are.”
“Franz!”
“Yes; it is Franz that you will marry.”
“Franz!” the word comes in a breathless whisper. “Your son—the convict?”