“Let us sit down,” said Edgar, leading the way to a fallen tree. “How are we to overcome this prejudice of your father, Imogene?”
“I know not,” said she; “he is very angry with you, but time may change him.”
“Do you think he is right and I am wrong in this matter?”
Imogene colored and did not reply. Edgar saw this, and dropping his head, said, sorrowfully:
“Then you think I am in the wrong?”
“Oh, no! but you know—he—is my father.”
“Yes, yes, I know,” said Edgar, impatiently.
“There, dear Edgar, do not let us quarrel about this; of course you are in the right.”
Then the couple remained silent for some time.
“We were to be married next month. Need this rupture between your father and me make any difference?”