“Dick, my own handsome, brave Dick,” she whispered, “let me tell father.”
He drew back from her coldly.
“You want to be very obedient, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes, dear Richard,” she said, looking at him appealingly.
“You set such a good example, Daisy, that I must be very good too.”
“Yes, dear,” she said, innocently.
“Yes,” he said, with a sneer; “so you go and tell your father like a good little child, and I’ll be a good boy, too, and go and tell my mother, and she’ll scold me and say I’ve been very naughty, and make me marry Eve.”
“Oh, Richard, Richard, how can you be so cruel?” cried the poor girl, reproachfully.
“It isn’t I; it’s you,” he said, smiling with satisfaction as he saw what a plaything the girl’s heart was in his hands. “Are you going to tell your father?”
“Oh, no, Dick, not if you say I mustn’t.”