“Not in this case, Mr. Rokesmith. Between my daughter Bella and me there is a regular league and covenant of confidence. It was ratified only the other day. The ratification dates from⁠—these,” said the cherub, giving a little pull at the lapels of his coat and the pockets of his trousers. “Oh no, she has not chosen. To be sure, young George Sampson, in the days when Mr. John Harmon⁠—”

“Who I wish had never been born!” said the Secretary, with a gloomy brow.