It was indeed a philosopher under torture, a spirit rocking on its anchor.

Just now she had put into words herself what, even in his fear, he had hoped had no place in her mind--marriage with the man.

He did not know this daughter of his very well.

There was that in her which was far beyond his ken.

Thousands of miles away in Spain it had origin, and the stream of tendency came down through long generations, by courses unknown to him.
"Marry him--you want to marry him!" he gasped.