The presumption of it

This fine young man coralled me on Saturday and asked for the hand of my daughter. (I assured him that biblical tadition insisted that eh had to marry the eldest daughter first but he demurred, and I let him get away with it.
He romanced the second born on a day when, in our family, it did not seem auspicious to so do. She is a wonderful person, and he is lucky to have her [but I am her father]. He also is (in my opinion) a wonderful young man. On a day when things were really tough in our family it was seen by some to be inappropriate but I rather interpret it as an act of courage and conviction and I am glad that this might be the character of their relationship