“But it was wrong, my darling,” he said angrily. “But tell me—all.”
“This morning—I went,” she faltered, “and there was no one in the room, and he caught me in his arms—and kissed me,” she sobbed, with her face like crimson. Then, indignantly, “I screamed out, and Tom—”
“Was Tom there?” cried Dick reproachfully.
“Yes, father; I could not help his being there. We had never spoken since that dreadful day, when Uncle Max—”
“Yes,” said Dick hastily: “go on.”
“But he has come and watched me every day, father, at a distance, and seen me go to and from the warehouse.”
“Bless him!” muttered Dick.
“And when I shrieked out,” continued Jessie, with a look of pride lighting up her face, “Tom rushed in; and, oh, father, it was very dreadful!”
“What was?” said Dick hoarsely, for he was evidently suffering from suppressed passion.
“Tom!”