"Ah! has it gone so far as this?"
"I trust you do not regret it, sir."
"You are not an Englishman, Lieutenant Morris, I believe."
"Well, sir—that is one objection."
"You are an enemy of England, are you not?"
"I can't deny it, sir."
"Well, there's two objections—and I suppose I might find more; but it seems to me that's enough."
As the old gentleman said this with a very decided air, he picked up his pipe, and began filling it again.
"I do not think those are strong objections, sir; if I am not myself an Englishman, my forefathers were, and of good old English blood; and if I am an enemy of England, I am neither your enemy nor your daughter's."
"Well, that's all true, but it don't look natural, somehow, that my daughter should marry an American."