"I am rather glad to have a word alone with you," says he, "because in our first interview there was some expressions you misapprehended, and I have long meant to set you right upon. My daughter stands beyond doubt. So do you, and I would make that good with my sword against all gainsayers. But, my dear David, this world is a censorious place--as who should know it better than myself, who have lived ever since the days of my late departed father, God sain him! in a perfect spate of calumnies? We have to face to that; you and me have to consider of that; we have to consider of that." And he wagged his head like a minister in a pulpit. "To what effect, Mr. Drummond?" said I. "I would be obliged to you if you would approach your point." "Ay, ay," says he, laughing, "like your character indeed! and what I most admire in it. But the point, my worthy fellow, is sometimes in a kittle bit." He filled a glass of wine. "Though between you and me, that are such fast friends, it need not bother us long. The point, I need scarcely tell you, is my daughter. And the first thing is that I have no thought in my mind of blaming you. In the unfortunate circumstances, what could you do else? 'Deed, and I cannot tell." "I thank you for that," said I, pretty close upon my guard. "I have besides studied your character," he went on; "your talents are fair; you seem to have a moderate competence, which does no harm; and, one thing with another, I am very happy to have to announce to you that I have decided on the latter of the two ways open." "I am afraid I am dull," said I. "What ways are these?" He bent his brows upon me formidably and uncrossed his legs. "Why, sir," says he, "I think I need scarce describe them to a gentleman of your condition: either that I should cut your throat or that you should marry my daughter." "You are pleased to be quite plain at last," said I. "And I believe I have been plain from the beginning!" cries he robustiously. "I am a careful parent, Mr. Balfour; but, I thank God, a patient and deleeberate man. There is many a father, sir, that would have hirsled you at once either to the altar or the field. My esteem for your character----" "Mr. Drummond," I interrupted, "if you have any esteem for me at all, I will beg of you to moderate your voice. It is quite needless to rowt at a gentleman in the same chamber with yourself, and lending you his best attention." "Why, very true," says he, with an immediate change. "And you must excuse the agitations of a parent." "I understand you then," I continued--"for I will take no note of your other alternative, which perhaps it was a pity you let fall--I understand you rather to offer me encouragement in case I should desire to apply for your daughter's hand?" "It is not possible to express my meaning better," said he, "and I see we shall do well together."