His eyes met Veronica’s again, and there was a proud look of happiness in his glance.
“Bah—bah—bah! Heroics, sentiment. Rubbish!” cried the Doctor. “Come, be frank. Your father knows of your inclinations?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And he flew into a rage when he found it out?”
Denis was silent.
“Of course he did, and threatened to disown you, eh? There, you need not answer: I know it all by heart. Quite natural. You expect to be Lord Pinemount some day, and must choose a suitable wife.”
“You told me not to indulge in heroics, sir, so I will remain silent.”
“Quite right. It will not do. Your father threatened to disown you, disinherit you, and all that sort of thing, eh?” Denis made no answer.
“There, you see, Veronica, my child. You have done wrong in encouraging this young man so far. You don’t want to blight his prospects?”
“Ah, no, papa,” cried Veronica, with the tears slowly welling over from her eyes.