"Poor little Daisy!" he said softly. "No; I'm sure you hadn't. Ah, well, I dare say they're right."
He was so calm that she was almost indignant with him.
"Can't you feel for her—you, her father?" she exclaimed. But a moment later she added, "I didn't mean that. Forgive me! I can't bear to think of the way she has been treated!"
He looked up suddenly and asked,
"Was it only—general objections—or—or anything in particular?"
"What do you mean? I don't know of anything in particular."
"I'm glad. I shouldn't have liked—but you won't understand. Well, you've been very kind."
She would not leave her doubt unsettled. His manner puzzled her.
"Do you know of anything?" she found courage to add.