"That is not my part of it," I replied, ambiguously, leaving him to make of the answer what he would.
"Can I see Gareth?"
"Yes, when her father knows, and with his consent."
He shrugged his shoulders and sneered again. "You take me for a villain, of course. You said so once."
"I will gladly revise my opinion if you will give me occasion."
"I told you you were not so sharp as you thought. If you were, and if there is what I suppose there is behind those words of yours just now, you would see that I might be as anxious as yourself for Gareth—if only I could see the way."
"I should be glad to think it—for her sake."
"You can. It's true. And if you could see a way I'd forgive you all the rest."
"I have no more to say—to you," I said, rising.
"You are going to tell him?"