"No—" she said very low. "I'm not sure. I don't know what I want— or what I don't want."
The pause following seemed long. He said at length with emphasis,—"Whatever you do,—don't drift!"
"I think I am drifting."
"Then stop! Take time. Be cautious. Don't get yourself entangled, before you know your own mind."
She put both hands over her face, and bent forward, resting the backs of them upon his knee. His broad hand came on her head, with a strong and loving pressure.
"For your own sake—wait!—pray for guidance. Not for your own sake alone. Think of others too. You once asked me to consider Maurice's side of the question; and rightly. What now about Stirling's side of it?"
"You mean—should I be wronging him?"
"Not if you love him."
She lifted a flushed face.
"But—I don't. Not love, daddy. I love Dick. The two things are so different. I don't think—really—he would want that sort of love!"