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"Oh, no, papa; only of late. When your promise came, then I

thought very soon what I would ask you. And now is such a good

time."

"There will be different opinions about that," said my father.

"However, we will go, Daisy. To the half of my kingdom. Your

mother has the other half. But allow me to ask you just in

passing, what do you think of our young English friend?"

"He has no head, papa."

Papa looked amused.

"Signor Piacevoli - what do you think of him?"

"He is very nice and kind and full of good things; but he has

no principles, papa; no settled principles."

"He has a head," said papa.

"Yes, sir; out of order."

"How do you estimate Mr. Leypoldt, then? - his head is in

order, and a good deal in it."

"Only the truth left out, papa."

"The truth?" said my father. "He is fuller of truth, of all

sorts, than any one else I know, Daisy."

"Truth of all sorts, papa, but not the truth. He understands

the world, and almost everything in it; but not who made it

nor what it was made for; and he knows men; but not their

work, or place, or destiny in the universe. He knows what they

are; he has no idea what they ought to be, or what they may

be."

"He is not a religious man, certainly. Do you carry your

principles so far, Daisy, that you mean you would not let

anybody approach you who is not of your way of thinking?"

A pang shot through my heart, with the instant sense of the

answer I ought to give. I might have evaded the question; but

I would not. Yet I could not immediately speak. I was going to

put a bond upon myself; and the words would not come.

"Do you mean that, Daisy?" papa repeated. "Seriously. Is it

your rule of supposed duty, that a man must be a Christian

after your sort, to obtain your favour?"

"Papa," I said struggling, - "one cannot control one's

liking."

"No," said papa, laughing; "that is very true. Then if you

liked somebody who was not that sort of a Christian, Daisy,

you would not refuse to marry him?"

"Papa," I said with difficulty, - "I think I ought."

The words struck upon my own heart, I cannot tell how heavily.

But they were forced from me. When the question came, it had

to be answered. I suppose the matter had really been in my

mind before, vaguely, and I had refused to look at it, while

yet I could not help seeing its proportions and bearing; so

that when papa asked me I knew what I must say. But the spoken

words stunned me, for all that.