I waited there. My cup was filled at last. My sin swam on the top.
Father came in smoking, and taking a chair between his legs, sat opposite me, and tapped softly the back of it with his fingers. "You sent for me?"
"I wanted to tell you that Charles Morgeson loved me from the first, and you remember that I stayed by him to the last."
"What more is there?" knocking over the chair, and seizing me; "tell me."
His eyes, that were bloodshot with anger, fastened on my mouth. "I know, though, damn him! I know his cunning. Was Alice aware of this?" And he pushed me backward.
"All."
An expression of pain and disappointment crossed his face; he ground his teeth fiercely.
"Don't marry her, father; you will kill me if you do!"
"Must you alone have license?"
He resumed his cigar, which he picked up from the floor.