That is all." Mr.Lind considered he had had the better of that, and leaned back in his chair more confidently.

Conolly smiled and shook his head, appreciative of the clearness with which Mr.Lind had put his case, but utterly unmoved by it.

He considered for a moment, and then said, weighing his words carefully: "Your daughter, with her natural refinement and delicate habits, is certainly not fit to be married to a foul-mouthed fellow, ignorant, dirty, besotted, and out of place in any company except at the bar in a public house.

That is probably your idea of a workman.

But the fact of her having consented to marry me is a proof that I do not answer to any such description.