"Were you not coming to us, to the Villa ?" "No; we were going to Keswick," said Mr.Falconer.

"My daughter had a fancy for seeing the lake district, and we are making a kind of tour." "You have no other engagement?
I am delighted to hear it," said Sir Stephen.

"Oh, I'll take no denial! What! Do you think I shall part with an old friend so quickly--and after such a--er--sudden and unexpected meeting! Miss Falconer, let me beg you to plead with your father for me!" Mr.Falconer regarded Sir Stephen for a moment curiously, then looked towards his daughter.

Her fine eyes rested on Stafford's face, and he could do not less than repeat his father's invitation.
"I hope you'll consent, Miss Falconer," he said.

"You have no doubt been a little upset by the accident, and it is rather late to go on.
Pray stay with us!" "Thanks.