"You think that Father really wishes this?" I asked.
"It is, I know, his heart's desire," said Dr. Denton, "and I am tremendously honored by his faith in me."
"Very well," I said, and held out my hand.
Silently, he took it.
"Thank you, Mavis," he said quietly.
I was conscious of a longing to escape; it was as if a fine silken cord were tightening about me.
"Shall we go to Father?" I asked him.
Without another word we two walked from the room.
"Remember," he said to me at the door, "this is for your father. We must make believe for him, you and I."
I nodded.