"One is not always just the same," she said; "and you fancy things, dad."
"Glengall noticed it, too. Don't go, child—we haven't finished our conversation."
"Lord Glengall is as fatherly to us as you are. He is always watching us like a mother-hen over a brood of ducklings."
Pamela spoke with an attempt at her old sparkle, but her face retained the cold dulness which had fallen upon it of late, and which made the father's heart ache to see it.
"Glengall is a good fellow, Pam," he said, wistfully.
"He's a dear," said Pam, in her listless way.
"A girl might do worse than marry Glengall."
"That's what Sylvia says."
"Sylvia's a wise child. And what do you think, Pam?"
"I?—I haven't thought about it."