"But look you here, my lass--suppose I was to promise you faithful that I'd never touch the lads--that I'd leave them with you to bring up as you could--suppose I was to promise that most solemn, and mean it most faithful; and suppose I was even to go from Liverpool--quite far away, say to London or some such place--would you stay in Paradise Row then, Bet?" Bet looked steadily at the man who walked with slouching gait at her side. From head to foot she viewed him. Then she said, in a sad, deep tone: "You're not likely to make that promise, father. Ef you did--ef you made it faithful and true, and ef you went away from Liverpool--why then, then I would not stay in a place what I hates." Granger chuckled. "I thought you were my lass, arter all," he said; "I thought as you was bone of my bone, and flesh of my flesh, and that you couldn't stand what's real awful low slums--_you_, as has been brought up in Sparrow Street. Why, it ain't likely--you, the neatest lass in the town--you, as I'm proud to call my daughter! Look you here, Bet; I'll give up the boys. Maybe I ain't fit for the sacred dooties of father. Maybe I am a bit rough, and a bit strong in my temper. I'll give up the boys, and you shall have them, same as if they was your own. I'll go away to Lunnon, and you shan't be fretted by the sight of your poor old father never no more, ef you make me a promise, like the good lass you are. We all know what Bet Granger's promise is worth, and ef you make it you'll keep it, Bet." "Yes, father; certain sure ef I make it I'll keep it. What do you want me to say?" "Why now--look you here, Bet; you'll never say again as your poor old father ain't mindful of you. I ha' got a mate for you, Bet--as fine a seafaring lad as ever stepped--always sure of his berth, and earning lots of money--a fine, honest, brave jack-tar; and he'll put you in a little place of your own, and he'll do for you and the boys, and I'll go away to Lunnon. There, Bet--the day you marries him, your father'll take third-class fare to Lunnon." "Who is he?" said Bet. Her eyes shone, and the color flushed into her cheeks. Had Will Scarlett dared to go to her father. "Who is he?" she repeated--"but oh! it was mean of him when I said as it couldn't be!" Granger, who was watching her face, laughed loudly. "Ho-ho, my pretty lass," he said, "you look very bright about the face for a girl what didn't care for a man. You take my advice, Bet, and don't send away your sweetheart: no young maid should do that. There--I needn't tell you his name when you know it. Come back with me now to Sparrow Street, and you shall see him, and we'll settle it all up, day and all, afore the night is over." "I can't, father." Bet's face had now grown deadly white.