He sat quite still after he had finished the reading, his eyes on the sheet of paper lowered to his knee. For a full minute he did not speak. Then:
"Tuttle has made no secret of what he means, Selina. Let's be very honest about it. Are you ready then to accept this invitation at his mother's hands?"
"Papa!" piteously.
"Unless your own mind is quite made up, I don't think you can accept it. How about it? Do you know what you want?"
"Papa!" this time beseechingly.
"For a full minute he did not speak."
"Think it over, little daughter, and then come back and tell me what you decide."
"I have thought it over, Papa."
"The world and the flesh and a very decent and reputable young fellow, Selina?"