She had liked Mr.Coventry's conversation, and perhaps had, inadvertently, given him more encouragement than she intended: would he be a good, kind papa, and get her out of the scrape, as creditably as he could?
She relied on his superior wisdom.

So then he kissed her, and said he would do his best.
He wrote a kind, smooth letter, gilding and double-gilding the pill.

He said, amongst the rest, that there appeared to be no ground of refusal, except a strong disinclination to enter the wedded state.

"I believe there is no one she likes as well as you; and, as for myself, I know no gentleman to whom I would so gladly confide my daughter's happiness," etc., etc.
He handed this letter to his daughter to read, but she refused.

"I have implicit confidence in you," said she.
Mr.Coventry acknowledged receipt of the letter, thanked Mr.Carden for the kind and feeling way in which he had inflicted the wound, and said that he had a verbal communication to make before he could quite drop the matter; would be down in about a fort-night.
Soon after this Grace dined with Mrs.Little: and, the week after that, Henry contrived to meet her at a ball, and, after waiting patiently some time, he waltzed with her.
This waltz was another era in their love.