Mr Penwynn turned upon her angrily, but as she stood before him, with heightened colour and flashing eyes, gazing full in his face, he felt that she was no weak girl to be subdued by a burst of parental anger, and forced into a course against which her spirit rebelled. For some reason or other she evidently felt an intense repugnance to Tregenna, and, though he would gladly have gained the day, and made the solicitor his ally, he felt that at present there was not the slightest chance for such a consummation of his plans. He knew his child's character only too well, and seeing how hopeless it was at present to persevere, he made a virtue of necessity and gave way. "Well, well, my dear," he said, quietly, "God knows that I would not force on this affair against your prospects of happiness. There, there," he continued, taking her in his arms, "we must not fall out, Rhody. I can't afford to have clouds come between us. Wicked tyrant," he said, laughing, "and oppressor of the poor as you think me, Rhody, I want your love, my child, and I must have it." "Papa, papa!" she cried, clinging to him, "pray forgive me. I could not love Mr Tregenna. And why should you wish to rob yourself? I have only enough love for you, dear," she continued, taking his face between her hands, and kissing him passionately. "If I reproach you sometimes about the poor people, it is because I am so jealous of my father's good name, and it cuts me to the heart to think that the people should not look up to, and venerate him as I do myself." "Tut-tut-tut! my darling. If I were a saint they would still talk. Am I not working for you? I want you to be rich, and to stand as high in the world as I can contrive." "Yes, yes, I know, dear," she said, with her hand playing about his face and caressing his grey hair; "but I would rather be poor than lose the people's respect." "Well, well, Rhody, my darling," he said, smiling, "we'll be rich and respectable as well. There, there, I must go. John Tregenna must get some one else to cure his broken heart. Good-by, my dear, good-by." "And you are not angry with me, papa?" "Not a bit, Rhody," he said, kissing her affectionately, and looking at her with eyes suffused, but full of pride. "Angry? no! God bless you, my dear! I'm disappointed, but I don't know but what I like you all the better for your spirit." He hurried away to hide his weakness, for his love for his child was the one soft spot in his nature. "I'm glad, and yet I'm sorry," he said. "Tregenna would have been a powerful friend, and now what I have to hope is that he will not prove to be a bitter enemy. I must fight it out, I suppose, just as I have fought out far worse troubles." "Any one been, Chynoweth?" he said to his confidential clerk, as he entered his office. "Mr Tregenna's waiting to see you, sir."