”I hope that mademoiselle your daughter is well,” said Eugene after a long pause.
“She is, thank you,” said Mr. Manning; then he, too, relapsed into silence.
“I am come,” said Eugene at last, seeing that the gentleman was politely yet stubbornly resolved not to enter into conversation with him, “supported by my friend monsieur le curé of Châtillon-sur-Loir, to demand the hand of mademoiselle your daughter in marriage.”
Mr. Manning was a man who had attained to great self-possession; but at Eugene’s astonishing request, he was again obliged to stroke his hair vigorously, and once more look out of the window.
Eugene contemplated him meanwhile in great satisfaction. This composed man of business would make an excellent father-in-law.
“May I ask,” said Mr. Manning at length, abruptly bringing his attention once more to bear upon his guest, “whether this is for immediate or future marriage?”
“For the future,” said Eugene quickly.
“How old are you?” asked the gentleman.
“I am thirteen, but I will be fourteen on my next birthday,” replied the lad.