He was a suspicious man, and he mistrusted every woman, but he mistrusted Honor less than any woman or man he knew. He had observed no other with half the attention he had devoted to her, and he had never seen in her the smallest tokens of frivolity and indifference to duty. If she was so scrupulous in the discharge of her obligations to father and sisters, how dependable she would be in her own house, when working and saving for husband and children of her own. She was no idler, she was no talker, and Taverner hated idleness and gossip. Of what other girl in Bratton Clovelly could as much be said? No, he would trust his house and happiness to no other than Honor Luxmore. Taverner dearly loved money, but he loved mastery better. A wife with a fortune of her own would have felt some independence, but a wife who brought him nothing would not be disposed to assert herself. She would look up to him as the exclusive author of her happiness, and never venture to contradict him, never have a will of her own. ’If that be her only objection, it may be circumvented,’ said Langford, ’if not got over. I thought, perhaps, she declined my hand from some other cause.’ ’What other cause could there be?’ asked Oliver. ’To be sure there is no other that should govern a rational creature; but few women are rational. I have done something for you already, for you have my horse. I have done a good deal for Charles also; I pay him ninepence a day and give him his food. It is quite possible that I may do a vast deal for the rest of you. But of course that depends. I’m not likely to take you up and make much of you unless you are connected with me by marriage. You can judge for yourself. Should I be likely to leave you all unprovided for if Honor were Mrs. Langford? Of course I would not allow it to be said that my wife’s relations were in need.’ These words of Taverner Langford made Oliver’s pulse beat fast. ’And then,’ continued the yeoman, ’who can say but that I might give you a hand to help you into Coombe Park.’ Luxmore’s eye kindled, and his cheeks became dappled with fiery spots. Here was a prospect! but it was like the prospect of the Promised Land to Moses on Pisgah if Honor proved unyielding. ’You are the girl’s father,’ said Langford. ’Hoity-toity! I have no patience with a man who allows his daughter to give herself airs. He knows what is best for her, and must decide. Make her give way.’ Oliver would have laughed aloud at the idea of his forcing his daughter’s will into compliance with his own, had not the case been so serious. ’Look here, Mr. Langford,’ he said. ’I’ll do what I can. I’ll tell Honor the liberal offer you have made; and I trust she’ll see it aright and be thankful.’ He stood up. ’Before I go,’ he said, producing the five-pound note, ’I’d just like to reduce my debt to you for the horse, if you please.’ ’How much?’ asked Taverner.