“As I’ve never loved anybody—as I never dreamed I could love.”
There was a pause. “Uncle Basil—he’s a good man,” she said. “That is why I love him.”
Again there was a pause. “Have you told your father and mother?” asked the Bishop.
“Not yet.”
“You must tell them at once, Sylvia.”
“I know they will make objections, and I want you to meet Frank and talk with him. You see, Uncle Basil, I’m going to marry him—and I want your help.”
The Bishop was silent again, weighing his next words. “Of course, my dear,” he said, “from a worldly point of view it is not a good match, and I fear your parents will regard it as a calamity. But, as you know, I think of nothing but the happiness of my darling Sylvia. I won’t say anything at all until I have met the man. Send him to see me, little girl, and then I will give you the best counsel I can.”
§ 22
Frank went to pay his call the next day, and then came back to Sylvia. “He’s a dear old man,” he said. “And he wants what is best for you.”
“What does he want?” demanded Sylvia.