Something clicked in Edgar's throat. He evidently wished to speak, but his tongue seemed glued to the roof of his mouth. At last he found voice.
"I don't blame you," he said jerkily, "but—I'll show you!"
Mr. Fabian nodded his head slightly. "That's what I want," he said quietly; "I need to be shown."
Without another word, Edgar turned on his heel and left the room.
Kathleen sank on her knees and buried her face on her father's breast.
"He didn't thank you," she said, half weeping, "but he felt it. I know he felt it. Oh, father, how I hope for your sake—"
She could not speak further, and Mr. Fabian patted her shoulder, his eyes gazing out the darkening window.