"I am sorry to cut the conversation short, but my days are mapped out with a certain regularity, and this is the hour for my nap." He rose as he spoke and held out his hand with a glint of melancholy humour in his small clear eyes. "You dismiss me, then? I am to take back a refusal?" the young man exclaimed. "My dear sir, those ladies have got on very well without me for a number of years: I imagine they can put through this wedding without my help." "You are mistaken, then; if it were not for that I shouldn't have undertaken this errand." Mr. Newell paused as he was turning away. "Not for what?" he enquired. "The fact that, as it happens, the wedding can't be put through without your help." Mr. Newell's thin lips formed a noiseless whistle. "They've got to have my consent, have they? Well, is he a good young man?" "The bridegroom?" Garnett echoed in surprise. "I hear the best accounts of him--and Miss Newell is very much in love." Her parent met this with an odd smile. "Well, then, I give my consent--it's all I've got left to give," he added philosophically. Garnett hesitated. "But if you consent--if you approve--why do you refuse your daughter's request?" Mr. Newell looked at him a moment. "Ask Mrs. Newell!" he said. And as Garnett was again silent, he turned away with a slight gesture of leave-taking. But in an instant the young man was at his side. "I will not ask your reasons, sir," he said, "but I will give you mine for being here. Miss Newell cannot be married unless you are present at the ceremony. The young man's parents know that she has a father living, and they give their consent only on condition that he appears at her marriage. I believe it is customary in old French families--." "Old French families be damned!" said Mr. Newell with sudden vigour. "She had better marry an American." And he made a more decided motion to free himself from Garnett's importunities.