"I fear so, Enid."
"You fear so? Why do you say that?" she asked.
"Because I am afraid that, even if we love each other, we ought not to marry."
Enid's face grew thoughtful, like his own.
"You mean because of my father?" she said, in a low voice.
"Yes—because of your father."
But he did not mean it in the sense that she attributed to his words. He lay back in his chair, sighing heavily, and again growing very pale.
"Hubert," said the girl, "I think you are wrong. Cynthia is not to blame for her father's actions—it is not fair to punish the innocent for the guilty."
"My dear, I must tell you before you go on that Cynthia does not believe her father guilty."
"Not guilty? Oh, Hubert! But you think so, do you not?"