There was something of indignant surprise in the expression of her countenance.
"Do you know any thing in regard to him that would make the connection perilous to my interest ?" repeated Mr.Markland.
"Will that man be true to the father, who is false to his child ?" said Fanny, in a deep, hoarse voice.
He looked long and silently into her face, his mind bewildered by the searching interrogatory.
"False to you, Fanny!" he at length said, in a confused way.

"Has he been false to you ?" "Oh, father! father! And is it from you this question comes ?" exclaimed Fanny, clasping her hands together and then pressing them tightly against her bosom.
"He spoke of you in his letter with great kindness," said Mr.
Markland.

"I know that he has been deeply absorbed in a perplexing business; and this may be the reason why he has not written." "Father,"-- Fanny's words were uttered slowly and impressively--"if you are in any manner involved in business with Mr.Lyon--if you have any thing at stake through confidence in him--get free from the connection as early as possible.

He is no true man.

With the fascinating qualities of the serpent, he has also the power to sting." "I fear, my daughter," said Mr.Markland, "that too great a revulsion has taken place in your feelings toward him; that wounded pride is becoming unduly active." "Pride!" ejaculated Fanny--and her face, that had flushed, grew pale again--"pride! Oh, father! how sadly you misjudge your child! No--no.