Good-Bye.
“Back again so soon, Mr Rolleston?” said the Doctor, as Denis presented himself before the father and daughter; Veronica having risen from her seat and laid her hand upon her father’s shoulder, reading at once in their visitor’s eyes that something serious was the cause of his visit.
“Yes, sir: I have come to say good-bye to you both.”
“For good?” said the Doctor, taking his child’s hand and pressing it warmly.
“I hope for good,” said Denis, smiling encouragingly at Veronica. “I am going abroad.”
“What for?”
“The same reason that others go for, sir. To make my fortune.”
“You! I thought you were Lord Pinemount’s heir.”
“So I am, sir; but my father may live twenty or thirty years,—I hope he may,—and I have nothing now except what I earn.”
“Humph! then you have come to an open rupture with him?”