"About what are you sorry, Little One?"
"I can't accept your—your offer."
"What! There is some one else?"
"Not that sort of some one. But there's my father."
He made a great sweep with his arm. "Fathers," he said; and pushed the whole breed out of sight.
"He's very important."
"Important! Little One, when will you marry me?"
"I can't leave him."
He became patient. "It has been laid down that a woman shall leave father and mother and any other related obstacle she may have the misfortune to be hampered with, and cleave only to her husband."
"That was about a man cleaving to his wife. There wasn't anything said about a woman. Besides—" She stopped. She couldn't tell him that she didn't want to cleave.