She had, indeed, much of the vehemence of her father's character in her; much of his unchangeable purpose, when she felt or thought she was right; but not one of his unfounded whims or prejudices; for she was too noble-minded and sensible to be influenced by unbecoming or inadequate motives.

With an indignant but beautiful scorn, that gave grace to resentment, she bowed to the baronet, then kissed her father affectionately and retired.
The old man, after she had gone, sat for a considerable time silent.
In fact, the superior force of his daughter's character had not only surprised, but overpowered him for the moment.

The baronet attempted to resume the conversation, but he found not his intended father-in-law in the mood for it.

The light of truth, as it flashed from the spirit of his daughter, seemed to dispel the darkness of his recent suspicions; he dwelt upon the possibility of ingratitude with a temporary remorse.
"I cannot speak to you, Sir Robert," he said; "I am confused, disturbed, distressed.

If I have treated that young man ungratefully, God may forgive me, but I will never forgive myself." "Take care, sir," said the baronet, "that you are not under the spell of the Jesuit and your daughter too.