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I
was
hurrying
away
to
carry
out
his
wishes
;
when
,
however
,
my
hand
was
on
the
key
of
the
door
,
his
voice
recalled
me
:
"
Mr.
Ross
!
"
I
did
not
like
to
hear
him
say
"
Mr.
"
After
he
knew
of
my
friendship
with
his
daughter
he
had
called
me
Malcolm
Ross
;
and
this
obvious
return
to
formality
not
only
pained
,
but
filled
me
with
apprehension
.
It
must
be
something
about
Margaret
.
I
thought
of
her
as
"
Margaret
"
and
not
as
"
Miss
Trelawny
"
,
now
that
there
was
danger
of
losing
her
.
I
know
now
what
I
felt
then
:
that
I
was
determined
to
fight
for
her
rather
than
lose
her
.
I
came
back
,
unconsciously
holding
myself
erect
.
Mr.
Trelawny
,
the
keen
observer
of
men
,
seemed
to
read
my
thought
;
his
face
,
which
was
set
in
a
new
anxiety
,
relaxed
as
he
said
:
"
Sit
down
a
minute
;
it
is
better
that
we
speak
now
than
later
.
We
are
both
men
,
and
men
of
the
world
.
All
this
about
my
daughter
is
very
new
to
me
,
and
very
sudden
;
and
I
want
to
know
exactly
how
and
where
I
stand
.
Mind
,
I
am
making
no
objection
;
but
as
a
father
I
have
duties
which
are
grave
,
and
may
prove
to
be
painful
.
I
--
I
"
--
he
seemed
slightly
at
a
loss
how
to
begin
,
and
this
gave
me
hope
--
"
I
suppose
I
am
to
take
it
,
from
what
you
have
said
to
me
of
your
feelings
towards
my
girl
,
that
it
is
in
your
mind
to
be
a
suitor
for
her
hand
,
later
on
?
"
I
answered
at
once
:
"
Absolutely
!
Firm
and
fixed
;
it
was
my
intention
the
evening
after
I
had
been
with
her
on
the
river
,
to
seek
you
,
of
course
after
a
proper
and
respectful
interval
,
and
to
ask
you
if
I
might
approach
her
on
the
subject
.
Events
forced
me
into
closer
relationship
more
quickly
than
I
had
to
hope
would
be
possible
;
but
that
first
purpose
has
remained
fresh
in
my
heart
,
and
has
grown
in
intensity
,
and
multiplied
itself
with
every
hour
which
has
passed
since
then
.
"
His
face
seemed
to
soften
as
he
looked
at
me
;
the
memory
of
his
own
youth
was
coming
back
to
him
instinctively
.
After
a
pause
he
said
:
"
I
suppose
I
may
take
it
,
too
,
Malcolm
Ross
"
--
the
return
to
the
familiarity
of
address
swept
through
me
with
a
glorious
thrill
--
"
that
as
yet
you
have
not
made
any
protestation
to
my
daughter
?
"
"
Not
in
words
,
sir
.
"
The
arriere
pensee
of
my
phrase
struck
me
,
not
by
its
own
humour
,
but
through
the
grave
,
kindly
smile
on
the
father
's
face
.
There
was
a
pleasant
sarcasm
in
his
comment
:
"
Not
in
words
!
That
is
dangerous
!
She
might
have
doubted
words
,
or
even
disbelieved
them
.
"
