"Ah! I thought so."
"I will ask her to go with me now, and she will go."
"She will not. I forbid it. She will be her own mistress in twenty months. She can marry you then—if she wishes. But I advise you to give her up."
"Never! Until Marion gives me up I will never give Marion up. I swear it!"
"She is my daughter for twenty months longer. Time is sure to bring changes. Even now she would not leave me to go with you to India. You must be mad to imagine such a thing."
"I am in love. I trust her love by my own. She will do as I wish."
"She will keep faith with her father. You shall see that," and he rose, threw open the door of the room, and called imperatively,
"Marion!"
"Yes, Father," was the ready answer. "Do you want me?"
"Yes. Come quickly."