“Your father wished me not to mention it.”
“But I heard part of it, I could not help hearing,—and I guessed the rest. Tell me only one thing. Is Captain Treherne still to marry our Lisa?”
“I believe so. There was a difficulty, but Mr. Johnston said he would 'pass it over.'”
“Poor papa,” was all she replied. “Poor papa.”
I expressed my exceeding regret at what had happened.
“No, never mind, you could not help it; I understand exactly how it was. But the storm will blow over; papa is rather peculiar. Don't tell Captain Treherne.”
She stood meditative a good while, and then said:—
“I think you are right about Mr. Treherne, I begin to like him myself a little, that is—No, I will not make pretences. I did not like him at all until lately.”
I told her I knew that.
“How? Did I shew it? Do I shew what I feel?”