He loved his cousin Emily, and, knowing that she would be rich, knowing her advantages of birth, and recognizing her beauty, had expected that she would make a match creditable to the Wharton family.

But a Portuguese Jew! A man who had never been even known to allude to his own father! For by degrees Mr.Wharton had been driven to confess all the sins of the lover, though he had endeavoured to conceal the extent of his daughter's love.
"Do you mean that Emily--favours him ?" "I am afraid so." "And would she--would she--do anything without your sanction ?" He was always thinking of the disgrace attaching to himself by reason of his nephew's vileness, and now, if a daughter of the family should also go astray, so as to be exiled from the bosom of the Whartons, how manifest would it be that all the glory was departing from their house! "No! She will do nothing without my sanction.

She has given her word,--which is gospel." As he spoke the old lawyer struck his hand upon the table.
"Then why should you run away to Dresden ?" "Because she is unhappy.

She will not marry him,--or even see him, if I forbid it.

But she is near him." "Herefordshire is a long way off," said the baronet, pleading.
"Change of scene is what she should have," said the father.
"There can't be more of a change than she'd get at Wharton.