We were both silent upon this; papa considering the letter, or its proposal; I thinking of Mr. Thorold's manliness, and feeling very much pleased that he had shown it and papa had discerned it so readily. The silence lasted till I began to be curious.
"What shall we do now, Daisy?" papa said at last. I left him to answer his own question.
"Hey? What do you wish me to do?"
"Papa, - I hope you will give him a kind answer."
"How can I get it to him?"
"I can enclose it to an aunt of his, whom I know. She can get it to him. She lives in New York."
"His aunt? So you know his family?
"No one of them, papa, but this one; his mother's sister."
"What sort of a person is she?"
So I sat down and told papa about Miss Cardigan. He listened with a very grave, thoughtful face; asking few questions, but kissing me. And then, without more ado, he turned to the table and wrote a letter, writing very fast, and handed it to me. It was all I could have asked that it might be. My heart filled with grateful rest.