"Get back," said Fred, retreating to the door.
"Is it that you fail to believe that I am your bride's father?"
"I know not whose father you may be. Get back."
"He is what he says he is," said the priest. "You should bear with him for a while."
"Where is Kate?" demanded Fred. It seemed as though, for the moment, he were full of courage. He looked round at Mrs. O'Hara, but nobody answered him. She was still standing with her eyes fixed upon the man, almost as though she thought that she could dart out upon him and destroy him. "Where is Kate?" he asked again. "Is she well?"
"Well enough to hide herself from her old father," said the Captain, brushing a tear from his eye with the back of his hand.
"You shall see her presently, Mr. Neville," said the priest.
Then Neville whispered a word into the priest's ear. "What is it that the man wants?"
"You need not regard that," said Father Marty.
"Mr. Marty," said the Captain, "you concern yourself too closely in my affairs. I prefer to open my thoughts and desires to my son-in-law. He has taken measures which give him a right to interfere in the family. Ha, ha, ha."