’Thankyou，’returnedArthur。’Notamorsel。’
Hefelthimselfquitelostinwonderatthemanneroftheman，andthattheprobabilityofhisdaughter’shavinghadareserveastoherfamilyhistory，shouldbesofaroutofhismind。
Shefilledhisglass，putallthelittlemattersonthetablereadytohishand，andthensatbesidehimwhileheatehissupper。
Evidentlyinobservanceoftheirnightlycustom，sheputsomebreadbeforeherself，andtouchedhisglasswithherlips；butArthursawshewastroubledandtooknothing。Herlookatherfather，halfadmiringhimandproudofhim，halfashamedforhim，alldevotedandloving，wenttohisinmostheart。
TheFatheroftheMarshalseacondescendedtowardshisbrotherasanamiable，well-meaningman；aprivatecharacter，whohadnotarrivedatdistinction。’Frederick，’saidhe，’youandFannysupatyourlodgingsto-night，Iknow。WhathaveyoudonewithFanny，Frederick？’