"I forget nothing. I remember that you charge my granddaughter--mine--with unfaithfulness! It is an insult, sir!" "Really, Mr. Rockharrt, I do not understand you." "I don't suppose you do! I never gave your order much credit for intelligence." Is this old ruffian mad or drunk? was the secret question of the duke, whose tone and manner, always calm and polite, grew even calmer and more polite as the Iron King grew more sarcastic and insulting. "I would suggest that you speak to Miss Haught on this subject, that she may confirm my statement," he said. "I shall do nothing of the kind! I shall not entertain for an instant the thought of the possibility of my granddaughter breaking her plighted faith." "I never knew that she was engaged. May I ask the name of the happy man?" "Regulas Rothsay; he is not a duke; he is a printer; also a senator, and nominated for governor of his native State; sure to be elected, and then he is to marry my granddaughter, who has been engaged to him many years." "But Miss Haught certainly authorized me to ask her hand of you." When did this extraordinary acceptance take place?" "Yesterday evening, at Lady Netherby's ball." "After supper?" "After supper." "That accounts for it! You took too much wine, and misunderstood my granddaughter's reply She must have referred you to me for an explanation of her engagement, and consequent inability to entertain any other man's proposal. That was it!" "May I refer you to Miss Haught for confirmation of my words?" "I say, as I said before, no." "May I see the young lady herself?" "No; but I will tell you something that may console you under your disappointment. I have seen in several of your papers, in the society columns, my granddaughter referred to as my sole heiress. I do not know who is responsible for these reports, but you may have believed them, though there is not a word of truth in them. My granddaughter is not my sole heiress; not my heiress in the slightest degree. I have two stalwart sons, partners in my business, both now in charge of the works at North End, Cumberland mountains, and managing them extremely well, else I could not be taking a long holiday here. These sons are heirs to all my property. Nor is my granddaughter the heiress of her late father. She has a brother, now a cadet at our military academy at West Point. He inherits the bulk of his father's estate. My granddaughter's fortune is, therefore, very moderate--quite beneath the consideration of an English nobleman," concluded the old man, very grimly. The young duke heard him out, and then answered; "I trust, sir, that you will credit me with better motives in seeking the hand of the young lady. It was her charm of person and of mind that attracted me to her."