Isn't that true, Helen ?" "Yes, papa; but I think King William's nose was the worst feature in his face, although that certainly cannot be said of Sir Robert." "Do you hear that, Reilly?
I wish Sir Robert heard it, but I'll tell him--there's a compliment, Helen--you're a good girl--thank you, Helen." Helen's face was now radiant with mirthful enjoyment, whilst at the same time Reilly could perceive that from time to time a deep unconscious sigh would escape from her, such a sigh as induced him to infer that some hidden care was at work with her heart.

This he at once imputed to her father's determination to force her into a marriage with the worthy baronet, whom in his simplicity he was so ludicrously describing.
"Proceed, papa, and finish as you have begun it." "I will, to oblige and gratify you, Helen.

He is a little close about the knees, Mr.Reilly--a little close about the knees, Willy." "And about the heart, papa," added his daughter, who, for the life of her, could not restrain the observation.
"It's no fault to know the value of money, my dear child.

However, let me go on--close about the knees, but that's a proof of strength, because they support one another: every one knows that." "But his arms, papa ?" "You see, Reilly, you see, Willy," said the squire, nodding in the direction of his daughter, "not a bad sign that, and yet she pretends not to care about him.

She is gratified, evidently.