He threw himself in her way, and a very few paces brought them close together.
He raised his hat from his head, and yielding the path, suffered her to pass him.

Then, as if the idea had but that moment occurred to him, he turned hastily back and said in an agitated voice: 'I beg pardon--do I address Miss Haredale ?' She stopped in some confusion at being so unexpectedly accosted by a stranger; and answered 'Yes.' 'Something told me,' he said, LOOKING a compliment to her beauty, 'that it could be no other.

Miss Haredale, I bear a name which is not unknown to you--which it is a pride, and yet a pain to me to know, sounds pleasantly in your ears.

I am a man advanced in life, as you see.

I am the father of him whom you honour and distinguish above all other men.