"Oh, father! How can you say such things to me?" she cried, a break in her voice.
"Good God, my dear, isn't it natural for a father to want to see his daughter well provided for?"
She turned away.
"I am contemplating a visit to the States shortly," he remarked, following after her.
She whirled on him. "What!"
"Young Wrandall has asked me over for a month or two about the first of the year. His people are in Scotland now, I hear."
"Are you THROUGH with India?" she asked in a very low voice.
"Resigned," said he succinctly.
"TRULY?"
He flushed and muttered an oath. She understood. He had been "kicked out!"