"My cousin was very kind to me," said Marian, archly.
"Your cousin!"
"Yes, father; he is really my cousin."
"Pshaw! How can he be your cousin?"
"His name is Philip Farringford. His mother was your sister."
"Come, come; no more of this. We have had romance enough for one day," said the old gentleman. "I have been annoyed by letters from Farringford in St. Louis, hinting at something of this kind."
"I am sorry the letters annoyed you, sir; but my father wrote only the truth," I replied.
"Your father! Do you mean to assert that my miserable son-in-law is your father?" added the old gentleman, savagely.
"I do, sir."
"But my daughter is not your mother?"