hero of the hour, he found that somehow the affair dwindled and assumed an altogether incidental and unheroic aspect. His rather high-flown phrases modified themselves and took a different tone.
"He is either very reserved or very shy," he said afterward to his daughter. "It is not easy to reach him at the outset. There seems a lack of enthusiasm about him, so to speak."
"Will he come to the house?" asked Miss Ffrench.
"Oh yes. I suppose he will come, but it was very plain that he would rather have stayed away. He had too much good taste to refuse point-blank to let you speak to him."
"Good taste!" repeated Miss Ffrench. Her father turned upon her with manifest irritation.
"Good taste!" he repeated petulantly. "Cannot you see that the poor fellow is a gentleman? I wish you would show less of this nonsensical caste prejudice, Rachel."
"I suppose one necessarily dispenses with a good deal of it in a place like this," she answered. "In making friends with Mr. Haworth, for instance——"
Mr. Ffrench drew nearer to her and rested his elbow upon the mantel with rather an embarrassed expression.
"I wish you to to behave well to Haworth," he said faltering. "I—a great deal may—may depend upon it."
She looked up at him at once, lifting her eyes in a serene glance.
"Do you want to go into the iron trade? "she asked relentlessly.
He blushed scarlet, but she did not move her eyes from his face on that account.
