"What's that?" said her surprised father.
"It is Gil's, and to take advantage of him isn't fair. You know it as well as I do, too!" She stamped her little foot.
"Say, you don't think you love him again, do you?" Hardy wanted to know.
From the alcove, Uncle Henry cried: "That's the idea! And if the poor sucker'd only marry her—"
But Angela interrupted: "It isn't him I care for. It's—" She cut herself off, and could have bitten out her tongue for thus revealing her heart.
"Angela!" cried the enraptured "Red." He went over to her, grasped her around the waist, and led her to the window.
Hardy said, trying to pacify his daughter: "But I ain't going to be hard on him—or on Jones."
"You ain't?" Uncle Henry cried.
Hardy turned to the nephew. "You know, that stuff Lopez said about me bein' a bum patriot stuck in my craw. And now that I got the place, if you ever need any help I'll be glad to go on your note for you."
Gilbert said nothing; but Uncle Henry rushed in with, "You will?"