Mr. Hale frowned. "You have yet to gain my permission," he said in dry tones. "Meanwhile, Mr. Walker, give me back the cross."
"No!" said George, who did not like the tone of his future father-in-law and could be obstinate when necessary. "Lesbia gave it to me, and I intend to keep it."
"Lesbia had no right to give it to you," cried Hale, his voice rising, and he extended his hand to take his desire. But Walker was too quick for him and dexterously swerving, shot the cross into his pocket.
"It is Lesbia's first present to me," said he, excusing his obstinacy.
"She has no right to make you presents," foamed the other, who had now entirely lost his temper.
"She has the right of a lover," retorted George coolly.
"There can be no question of love between you and my daughter."
The girl moved to her lover's side, very pale and very defiant. "That is for me to decide," she said coldly, but with determination.
"You go against your father, Lesbia?"
"For the first time in my life. And why not, when the matter is so important?"