We should become their real benefactors; we should perform the office of their Great Father, the endearing title which they emphatically give to the Chief Magistrate of our Union. --Did you hear what I said? asked Stephen, bending towards her. Why were they not Cranly's hands? Had Davin's simplicity and innocence stung him more secretly? He walked on across the hall with Dixon, leaving Cranly to take leave elaborately of the dwarf. --And not to have any one person, Cranly said, who would be more than a friend, more even than the noblest and truest friend a man ever had.