On his own behalf it must be acknowledged that he did love the girl, as well perhaps as he was capable of loving any one;--but he had found out many particulars as to Mr.Wharton's money before he had allowed himself to love her.
As soon as Mrs.Roby had gathered up her knitting, and declared, as she always did on such occasions, that she could go round the corner without having any one to look after her, Mr.Wharton began.

"Emily, my dear, come here." Then she came and sat on a footstool at his feet, and looked up into his face.

"Do you know what I am going to speak to you about, my darling ?" "Yes, papa; I think I do.

It is about--Mr.Lopez." "Your aunt has told you, I suppose.

Yes; it is about Mr.Lopez.