Aware that, if the excellent peer had the slightest knowledge of Lucy's loathing horror of his son, he would never lend his sanction to the marriage, the baronet knew not whether to turn to the right or to the left, or, in other words, whether to rely on truth or falsehood.

At length, he began to calculate upon the possibility of his daughter's ultimate acquiescence, upon the force of his own unbending character, her isolated position, without any one to encourage or abet her in what he looked upon as her disobedience, consequently his complete control over her; having summoned up all those points together, he resolved to beat about a little longer, but, at all events, to keep the peer in the dark, and, if pressed, to hazard the falsehood.

He replied, however, to his lordship's last observation: "I assure you, my lord, I thought not of my daughter while I drew the picture." "Well, then," replied his lordship, smiling, "all I have to say is, that you are very eloquent in generalities--generalities, too, my friend, that do not bear upon the question.

In one word, is Miss Gourlay inclined to this marriage?
and I beseech you, my dear baronet, no more of these generalities." "She is as much so, my lord," replied the other, "as nineteen women out of every twenty are in general.

But it is not to be expected, I repeat, that a delicately-minded and modest young creature will at once step forward unabashed and exclaim, 'Yes, papa, I will marry him.' I protest, my lord, it would require the desperate heroism of an old maid on the last legs of hope, or the hardihood of a widow of three husbands, to go through such an ordeal.