But his heart was not high within his bosom.
The more he looked at the man the less he liked him.
"There is one thing, and one thing only, you can do for me," said Lopez.

His voice was peculiarly sweet, and when he spoke his words seemed to mean more than when they came from other mouths.

But Mr.
Wharton did not like sweet voices and mellow, soft words,--at least not from men's mouths.
"I do not think that I can do anything for you, Mr.Lopez," he said.
There was a slight pause, during which the visitor put down his hat and seemed to hesitate.

"I think your coming here can be of no avail.
Did I not explain myself when I saw you before ?" "But, I fear, I did not explain myself.

I hardly told my story." "You can tell it, of course,--if you think the telling will do you any good." "I was not able to say then, as I can say now, that your daughter has accepted my love." "You ought not to have spoken to my daughter on the subject after what passed between us.