“Yes, papa.”
“About your walk down on the beach?”
Madelaine nodded.
“You know I went.”
“Yes; I saw you, and Luke Vine came and told me as well.”
“It was very kind of him,” said Madelaine, with a touch of sarcasm in her voice.
“Kind and unkind, my dear. You see he has no business—nothing to do but to think of other people. But he means well, my dear, and he likes you.”
“I have often thought so.”
“Yes; and you were right. He warned me that I was not to let your intimacy grow closer with his nephew.”
“Indeed, papa!”