“Then you are quite ready to forget what has passed?” Veronica slowly covered her eyes with her hands, and was silent, while Denis stepped to her side and took her hand.
“Let me answer for her, sir,” he said firmly. “I have never spoken out plainly to her in the happy days I have known your daughter. It has seemed enough to be near her, and to feel that I might hope; but I do speak out now, and say—‘Veronica, I love you dearly: let me tell your father that you care for me, and will never change.’”
“Very pretty and sentimental,” said the Doctor coldly, “but I cannot let this go on. I believe your father would disinherit you if you persisted in this—this—this mésalliance.”
“On your child’s part, sir?” said Denis, smiling, and then giving her a loving look.
“No, the other way, sir. I’m not going to let my child stoop to enter a family where they look down upon her; and I’m not going to let a young fellow in your position ruin himself with his father for her sake. No, no: no more—that will do. Lord and Lady Pinemount must come and ask for the alliance; so now you had better go.”
“Yes, sir, I’ll go,” said the young man quietly, as he raised Veronica’s hands to his lips,—“I’ll go, for I don’t feel downhearted. I tell you this, though, that I will never give her up. I’m going to wait.”
“Humph!”
“And now, before I go, sir, I want to apologise again for the annoyance I have given you.”
“You? none at all. Always were civil enough.”
“You don’t know, sir, so I will confess. It was I who destroyed those hoardings.”