"Do you know what he came for then?"
"How should I? For half a crown, I shouldn't be surprised. He's one of those painter fellows who run up pictures by the yard."
"He came for Lily."
"What the dickens do you mean?"
"I mean exactly what I say. He came to ask my consent to make my ward an offer of his hand."
"What! Before I did?"
"No; directly you had gone."
"But you had given your consent to me!"
"I told him so. He didn't seem to think that it mattered in the least."
"Well, he's a cool hand, upon my Sam!"