The coming of her father's friend was salvation.
She found herself clasping his hand warmly.
'Well, Miss Hood,' Cheeseman came in exclaiming, 'you may perhaps have half a recollection of me, when you're told who I am, but I'm quite sure I shouldn't have known you.

Your good father was telling me about you yesterday; rare and proud he was to speak of you, too, and not without reason, I see.

Mrs.Hoed, you've no need to complain of your for tune.
Times have been hard, no doubt, but they've brought you a blessing.

If I had a young lady such as this to look at me and call me father--well, well, it won't do to think of it.' In spite of her determination, Mrs.Hoed was mollified into an offer of dinner.

Mr.Cheeseman affected to refuse, but at a word from Emily he allowed himself to be persuaded.