"I didn't want to have a row with him that might spoil to-night." "What a terrible opinion you have of poor father!" said Colina.
"Does he know I'm coming ?" asked Ambrose.
"Certainly!" "What did he say ?" "Nothing! What should he say ?" "He has boasted that no free-trader ever dared set foot in his territory." "I don't believe it! It's not like him.

Come along and you'll see." "Wait!" said Ambrose quickly.

"Half a minute!" Colina looked at him curiously.
"You don't know what this means to me!" he went on, his glowing, unsmiling eyes fixed on her.

"A lady's drawing-room! A lamp with a soft, pretty shade!--and you--like that! I--I wasn't prepared for it!" Colina laughed softly.

She was filled with a great tenderness for him, therefore she could jeer a little.
Ambrose had not moved from the spot where she found him.
"It's not fair," he went on.