"What little girl? My suit is not for the younger sister; I ask you for the hand of Miss " He meant to call her by her name, but found he did not know it. "I ask you for the hand of—your elder daughter."
Mr. Mitrophanis could not conceal his astonishment at these words; such a thing had never happened before. He said nothing, but looked sharply at Mr. Plateas, who felt his patience giving way.
"I must admit, Mr. Plateas," said the old gentleman at last, "that your proposition is wholly unexpected, and comes in rather an unusual form. Don't you think that our traditional custom in such cases is very sensible, and that these questions are managed better by intermediaries?"
The professor was not prepared for this. He had even imagined that the young lady's father would fall on his neck in the open street, with delight at having at last found the wished-for son-in-law.
"I—I thought," he stammered, "that you knew me well enough, and that the simplest way was to speak to you myself."
"Certainly, without doubt. But if you would send one of your friends to speak to me, and—give me time for reflection, you would oblige me greatly."
"With pleasure! I 'll send Mr. Liakos."
