She says she thinks you must be aware of our mutual attachment." "Well," said Mr.Wilkins--he had resumed his cigar, partly to conceal his agitation at what he knew was coming--"I believe I have had my suspicions.

It is not very long since I was young myself." And he sighed over the recollection of Lettice, and his fresh, hopeful youth.
"And I hope, sir, as you have been aware of it, and have never manifested any disapprobation of it, that you will not refuse your consent--a consent I now ask you for--to our marriage." Mr.Wilkins did not speak for a little while--a touch, a thought, a word more would have brought him to tears; for at the last he found it hard to give the consent which would part him from his only child.

Suddenly he got up, and putting his hand into that of the anxious lover (for his silence had rendered Mr.Corbet anxious up to a certain point of perplexity--he could not understand the implied he would and he would not), Mr.Wilkins said, "Yes! God bless you both! I will give her to you, some day--only it must be a long time first.

And now go away--go back to her--for I can't stand this much longer." Mr.Corbet returned to Ellinor.

Mr.Wilkins sat down and buried his head in his hands, then went to his stable, and had Wildfire saddled for a good gallop over the country.