"Thanks to the governor."
"Yes, indeed. I do love your father so dearly."
"So do I—rather."
"May I tell you something about him?" As she asked the question she was standing very close to him, leaning upon his arm, with her left hand crossed upon her right. Had others been there, of course she would not have stood in such a guise. She knew that,—and he knew it too. Of course there was something in it of declared affection,—of that kind of love which most of us have been happy enough to give and receive, without intending to show more than true friendship will allow at special moments.
"Don't tell me anything about him I shan't like to hear."
"Ah;—that is so hard to know. I wish you would like to hear it."
"What can it be?"
"I cannot tell you now."
"Why not? And why did you offer?"
"Because— Oh, Silverbridge."