"Go to your father and say, 'You must let Basil go, father. His angel is calling for him, and it will be wicked if he does not go quickly.'"
"But that will be sending you away from me!"
"I know it will, my dear; but it will be doing what is right. If I remain I shall be very, very unhappy. You would not like me to be that?"
"No, no; I want you to be happy."
"Make me so, dear child, by doing as I bid you; and one day perhaps you will see my angel, and she shall love you as I do."
So by artfully affectionate paths he led her to his wish, and they went back hand in hand.
"Well," said the editor to Basil, later in the day, "you must have your way. The little plot we laid has failed, and Edith says you must go. You are a good fellow, and have served me well."
"I sincerely thank you. If I apply to you for a character you will give me one."
"Indeed I will; the best that man could have. But there are conditions to my consent. You must stop till Thursday."
"I will do that."