How could she tell her father at that moment that two hours ago she had found out that she loved, not the man who had by some mysterious means won her father’s consent to her name being united with his, but quite another man--a man whom her father had only seen twice, and who had been seen by herself not more than a dozen times, and all within a period of a few weeks. The surprise was too much for her. The mystery of it all overcame her. She could only stare at her father, while he held her hand and talked to her in a paternal, parliamentary way, patting the back of her fingers very gently. She felt that his words were in good taste and well chosen. She knew that they could never be otherwise. But how could they ever come to be uttered? That was the question which was humming through her poor head all the while he was assuring her that though perhaps he had had other views in his mind in respect of securing her happiness--other ambitions in regard to her future, still he was content to waive all in order that she might marry the man of her choice. “Clifton has been perfectly frank with me, my dear,” he said. “Oh, yes, he confessed to me that you and he had an understanding early last autumn that if my consent could be obtained he could count on you. I cannot say that I approve of such secret understandings between young people: an exchange of confidences of this type is almost equivalent to a secret engagement, is it not? But he told me how sensitive you were on this point and how scrupulous you were--I know that he admires you more than ever on account of your scruples--every right thinking man, lover or otherwise, must do so. He too had his scruples--they do him honour also. He was sensible--fully sensible of the fact that we had every right to look higher--much higher for our daughter than our daughter herself thought fit to look. Of course my position in the Government--well, some people have been flattering enough to say that I may look for a place in the Cabinet when the next change takes place, and between ourselves, I think a change is imminent. Never mind that. I know that Clifton is a rising man; he has been a power in our camp for several years past and his advice is esteemed in--I have reason to know--the highest--the very highest quarters. In fact if he had not made himself so very useful as to become almost indispensable he would long ago have been provided with a Seat and a post. He is by no means at the foot of the ladder. He is a man who has made a successful fight against the most adverse influences--he knows his own strength--he still knows it--he does not fritter away his chances, taking up one thing and then dropping it for another. Men of his stamp are the men to succeed. Your future, my child, is, I know, safe in his keeping--oh, quite safe. You have shown your wisdom in your choice. God bless you, my dear, God bless you!”