“Father will never do that,” she said, sorrowfully. “I hurt him more than I had any right.” Searching the minister’s face under the dim light, she concluded: “Please, Mr. McGowan, don’t blame Father too severely for what happened last night! He is not himself.”
“Miss––Elizabeth! Did you quarrel with your father about me?” His heart gave a bound into his throat.
She nodded, looking for the world like a child grown tall. Her eyes did not waver as they met the hungry look in his own.
“About me?” he repeated incredulously.
“Yes.”
A wild passion swept through him as he listened to the quiet affirmative.
“It began about you and the Athletic Club. Father does not understand about your work among the boys. It ended about 196 you and the action of the church last night.”
“But that action was not voted through.”
“I know. But the end is not yet.”
“Do you think that my relations with the Boys’ Club is all that was behind the abortive action last night?”