My father reads it over and over, and shakes his head sadly, for, truth is, he has a fear that the world may lay its hand upon thee.

One thing I do observe, his heart is hard set against Lord Eglington.

In degree it has ever been so; but now it is like a constant frown upon his forehead.

I see him at his window looking out towards the Cloistered House; and if our neighbour comes forth, perhaps upon his hunter, or now in his cart, or again with his dogs, he draws his hat down upon his eyes and whispers to himself.

I think he is ever setting thee off against Lord Eglington; and that is foolish, for Eglington is but a man of the earth earthy.