"So!" he said, coldly. "A trick! Another lesson you did not learn in my house."
She looked down and twisted her fingers nervously, but did not reply.
"Why did you address a note to me in a strange hand?"
"I thought you would not have come if you recognised my writing," she answered, sadly.
"What do you out at this time of night, and alone?"
"I am not alone, father," she said, glancing to where Grif was crouching.
"What! Is your husband here?" he exclaimed with suppressed passion, following her look.
"No, sir; it is but a poor lad. I was afraid to come out by myself."
"And your husband?"
"He does not know, sir, that I have come. If he had--"