“You are a terrible democrat,” said Mr. Damer, laughing; “but then, on that matter, you know, we could agree to differ.” “Exactly so,” said Mr. Ingram, who had not collected his thoughts or made up his mind as to what he had better say and do, on the spur of the moment. “Well, what do you say to it?” said Mr. Damer, encouragingly. But Ingram paused before he answered. “For Heaven’s sake, my dear fellow, don’t have the slightest hesitation in refusing, if you don’t like the plan.” “The fact is, Mr. Damer, I should like it too well.” “Like it too well?” “Yes, sir, and I may as well tell you now as later. I had intended this evening to have asked for your permission to address your daughter.” “God bless my soul!” said Mr. Damer, looking as though a totally new idea had now been opened to him. “And under these circumstances, I will now wait and see whether or no you will renew your offer.” “God bless my soul!” said Mr. Damer, again. It often does strike an old gentleman as very odd that any man should fall in love with his daughter, whom he has not ceased to look upon as a child. The case is generally quite different with mothers. They seem to think that every young man must fall in love with their girls. “And have you said anything to Fanny about this?” asked Mr. Damer. “Yes, sir, I have her permission to speak to you.” “God bless my soul!” said Mr. Damer; and by this time they had arrived at Shepheard’s Hotel. “Oh, mamma,” said Fanny, as soon as she found herself alone with her mother that evening, “I have something that I must tell you.” “Oh, Fanny, don’t tell me anything to-night, for I am a great deal too tired to listen.” “But oh, mamma, pray;--you must listen to this; indeed you must.” And Fanny knelt down at her mother’s knee, and looked beseechingly up into her face. “What is it, Fanny? You know that all my bones are sore, and I am so tired that I am almost dead.” “Mamma, Mr. Ingram has----” “Has what, my dear? has he done anything wrong?” “No, mamma: but he has;--he has proposed to me.” And Fanny, bursting into tears, hid her face in her mother’s lap. And thus the story was told on both sides of the house. On the next day, as a matter of course, all the difficulties and dangers of such a marriage as that which was now projected were insisted on by both father and mother. It was improper; it would cause a severing of the family not to be thought of; it would be an alliance of a dangerous nature, and not at all calculated to insure happiness; and, in short, it was impossible. On that day, therefore, they all went to bed very unhappy. But on the next day, as was also a matter of course, seeing that there were no pecuniary difficulties, the mother and father were talked over, and Mr. Ingram was accepted as a son-in-law. It need hardly be said that the offer of a place in Mr. Damer’s boat was again made, and that on this occasion it was accepted without hesitation.