He was in the library with your grandfather, and was engaged in telling him some very amusing story when we came in, for your grandfather was laughing heartily.

They both rose upon seeing us.
"'Colonel Wayne, my daughter,' said your grandfather, waving his hand toward her.

He bowed--she sank, spectre-like, into a chair.
"'Mrs.Simcoe, Colonel Wayne.' "Our eyes met.

It was my lover.

He was too much amazed to bow.