She did not answer, but she kissed and fondled his hand.
"You cannot bring yourself to tell me yet? Well, take your own time, my love. You will tell me some time or another," he continued, returning her soft caresses.
"Yes, I will tell you sometime, dear, good, tender father. But now—when do we leave town papa?"
"In less than three weeks, my dear."
"And where do we go?"
"To Lone Castle, if you like; if not, anywhere you prefer, my dear."
"Then we will go to Lone, if you please, papa."
"Certainly, my dear."
"Papa?"
"Yes, love."