She is the daughter of 'a hundred earls,' high-bred, beautiful, and refined.

Now, let me ask you, in the name of common sense, do you wish to place my lodge keeper's daughter by your mother's side?
Admit that she is pretty and good--is it in the fitting order of things that she should be here ?" For the first time, in the heedless, fiery course of his love, Ronald Earle paused.

He looked at the serene and noble face before him, the broad brow, the sweet, arched lips, the refined patrician features, and there came to him the memory of another face, charming, shy and blushing, with a rustic, graceful beauty different from the one before him as sunlight compared to moonlight.

The words faltered upon his lips--instinctively he felt that pretty, blushing Dora had no place there.

Lord Earle looked relieved as he saw the doubt upon his son's face.
"You see it, Ronald," he cried.