"Good Lord, Joe! Is that all you wants to talk about?
Why, you fair frightened me--that you did!" And, indeed, the relief was so great that the room swam round as he stared across it at his daughter's lover, that lover who was also the embodiment of that now awful thing to him, the law.

He smiled, rather foolishly, at his visitor; and Chandler felt a sharp wave of irritation, of impatience sweep over his good-natured soul.
Daisy's father was an old stupid--that's what he was.
And then Bunting grew serious.

The room ceased to go round.

"As far as I'm concerned," he said, with a good deal of solemnity, even a little dignity, "you have my blessing, Joe.

You're a very likely young chap, and I had a true respect for your father." "Yes," said Chandler, "that's very kind of you, Mr.Bunting.