Grace started and looked terrified: “Papa!” said she, “say what you like to me, but do not affront HIM; for you might just as well take that knife and stab your daughter to the heart. I love him so. Have pity on me.” The servant announced “Mr. Little!” Grace started up, and stood with her hand gripping the chair; her cheek was pale, and her eyes glittered; she looked wild, and evidently strained up to defend her lover. All this did not escape Mr. Carden. He said gently, “Show him into the library.” Then to Grace as soon as the servant had retired, “Come here, my child.” She knelt at his knees again, and turned her imploring, streaming eyes up to him. “Is it really so serious as all this?” “Papa, words cannot tell you how I love. But if you affront him, and he leaves me, you will see how I love him; you will know, by my grave-side, how I love him.” “Then I suppose I must swallow my disappointment how I can.” “It shall be no disappointment; he will do you honor and me too.” “But he can't make a settlement on his wife, and no man shall marry my daughter till he can do that.” “We can wait,” said Grace, humbly. “Yes, wait--till you and your love are both worn out.” “I shall wear out before my love.” Mr. Carden looked at her, as she knelt before him, and his heart was very much softened. “Will you listen to reason at all?” said he. “From you, I will, dear papa.” She added, swiftly, “and then you will listen to affection, will you not?” “Yes. Promise me there shall be no formal engagement, and I will let him come now and then.” This proposal, though not very pleasant, relieved Grace of such terrible fears, that she consented eagerly. Mr. Carden then kissed her, and rose, to go to young Little; but, before he had taken three steps, she caught him by the arm, and said, imploringly, “Pray remember while you are speaking to him that you would not have me to bestow on any man but for him; for he saved my life, and Mr. Coventry's too. Mr. Coventry forgets that: but don't you: and, if you wound him, you wound me; he carries my heart in his bosom.” Mr. Carden promised he would do his duty as kindly as possible; and with that Grace was obliged to content herself. When he opened the library door, young Little started up, his face irradiated with joy. Mr. Carden smiled a little satirically, but he was not altogether untouched by the eloquent love for his daughter, thus showing itself in a very handsome and amiable face. He said, “It is not the daughter this time, sir, it is only the father.” Little colored up and looked very uneasy. “Mr. Little, I am told you pay your addresses to Miss Carden. Is that so?” “Yes, sir.” “You have never given me any intimation.” Little colored still more. He replied, with some hesitation, “Why, sir, you see I was brought up amongst workmen, and they court the girl first, and make sure of her, before they trouble the parents; and, besides, it was not ripe for your eye yet.” “Why not?”