“For coming between you and Phil Gallatin,” he said gently.
She started a trifle and then went on picking at the lace on her frock.
“Oh, that,” she said quietly. “You had to do that. I’m glad you did.”
“No,” he interrupted. “You’re not glad, Jane. Neither am I. I did what I thought was my duty, but it has made a difference with us both. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? Why?”
“Because it has made you unhappy—and resentful.”
“I’m not resentful.”
“Yes. I’ve felt it. Even if I’d been justified, you would still resent it.”
“But you were justified, Daddy, weren’t you?” she asked.
She turned her gaze full on his face and the pain in her eyes hurt him. He got up and walked the length of the room before he replied.