Ten days after Sir George had offered me his daughter and his lands, he brought up the subject again.

He and I were walking on the ridge of Bowling Green Hill.
"I am glad you are making such fair progress with Doll," said Sir George.
"Have you yet spoken to her upon the subject ?" I was surprised to hear that I had made any progress.

In fact, I did not know that I had taken a single step.

I was curious to learn in what the progress consisted, so I said:-- "I have not spoken to Dorothy yet concerning the marriage, and I fear that I have made no progress at all.

She certainly is friendly enough to me, but--" "I should say that the gift from you she exhibited would indicate considerable progress," said Sir George, casting an expressive glance toward me.
"What gift ?" I stupidly inquired.
"The golden heart, you rascal.