"And her father? To such a marriage what will he say?"

Hyde stretched out his legs and struck them lightly with his riding
whip. Then, with a smile, he answered, "He will be proud enough in his
heart. Arenta would certainly leave him soon, and the Dutch are very
sensible to the charm of a title. His daughter, the Marquise de
Tounnerre, will be a very great woman in his eyes."

"That is the truth. I was glad for thy mother to be a lady, and go to
Court, and see the Queen. Yes, indeed! in my heart I was proud of it
'Twas about that very thing poor Janet Semple and I became unfriends."

"Indeed, it is the common failing; and at present, there is no one like
the French. I will except the President, and Mr. Adams, and Mr.
Hamilton, and say the rest of us are French mad."

"Thy grandfather, and thy grandmother too, thou may except. And as for
thy father, with a great hatred he names them."

"My father is English; and the English and French are natural and
salutary enemies. I once heard Lord Exmouth say that France was to
England all that Carthage was to Rome--the natural outlet for the temper
of a people so quarrelsome that they would fight each other if they had
not the French to fight."

"Listen! That is thy father's gallop. Far off, I know it. So early in
the morning, what is he coming for?"

"He had an intention to go to Mr. Semple's funeral."