He drank in the beauty of the face before him. “Thank God! You do love me! It isn’t just pity.”
She nodded her head so vigorously that the wisps of fair hair fell about her large blue 336 eyes. “Yes, I love you, Mack. There, now, you’ve looked long enough. Kiss me, please.” She lifted her face.
Mr. McGowan was unstintingly obeying the command when a loud knock jarred the side door. They started and sprang apart.
“Who can that be knocking like that?” asked the girl, hastily tucking away the stray locks of hair.
“It must be the Captain. But I wonder–––”
Elizabeth laughed, and pointed toward a window where the curtain was above the lower sash. The Captain had seen them!
“I don’t care if he did see. Let me go to the door.”
She had taken one step in that direction when the door flew back and in came Mr. James Fox.
“Father! You!”
Without replying, Mr. Fox glared ferociously at the minister. His hand trembled on the head of his walking-stick. The blood surged into his face. Elizabeth, growing alarmed, started toward her father. But the 337 Elder waved her back. Mr. McGowan broke the awful silence.