"Well, let me see what the rebel has to say for himself."
"Humph!" Mr. Houghton ejaculated, finishing the letter. "What did you say in reply?"
George repeated the substance of his note.
"And nothing has passed between him, his daughter, or you since?"
"Nothing whatever."
"I suppose by this time that little gust of passion, inspired by the daughter's pretty face, has passed?" and he looked at his son keenly.
"It would have passed, father, if it had been only a gust of passion, and inspired merely by a pretty face."
"Humph! Do you mean to say that you love her still?"
"I cannot control my heart, only my actions."
"You will give her up then, since it is my wish?"