That was kind of you, sir.

I thought a great deal of this affair during my journey, for I had observed that Cupid's arrows had gone clean through and through the boy; yet I had fears about your consent.

Inequality of blood, old-fashioned ideas, might perhaps interfere." "And so Gustave told you that I consented to his marriage with Lenora ?" said the old gentleman, paying no attention to Monsieur Denecker's remarks.
"Did he deceive me, sir ?" said Denecker, with surprise.
"No; but did he communicate something else to you, which ought to strike you as of equal importance ?" Denecker threw back his head with a laugh, as he replied,-- "What nonsense you made him believe! But, between us two, that passes for nothing.

He tells me that Grinselhof don't belong to you and that you are _poor_! I hope, Monsieur De Vlierbeck, you have too good an opinion of my sense to imagine I have the least faith in such a story ?" A shudder passed over the poor gentleman's frame.

Denecker's good-humored familiarity had made him believe that he knew and credited all, and nevertheless responded to his nephew's hopes; but the last words he heard taught him that he must again go over the sad recital of his misfortunes.
"Monsieur Denecker," said he, "do not entertain the least doubt, I beg you, in regard to what I am about to say.