“Well, it was your fault. If you hadn’t been so cold and stand-offish, I shouldn’t have gone and proposed to her. Now, it must have time.”
“You’re deceiving me, dear; and it is cruel to one who makes every sacrifice for your sake.”
“Are you going to preach like this for long? Because if so, I’m off.”
“Rob!” in a piteous tone. “I’ve no one to turn to but you, and I’m in such trouble. What can I do if you forsake me. I came to-night because I want your help and counsel.”
“Well, what is it?”
“Father would kill me if he knew I’d come.”
“Ben Hayle’s a fool. I thought he was fond of you.”
“He is, dear. He worships me; but you’ve made me love you, Rob, and though I want to obey him I can’t forget you. I can’t keep away.”
“Of course you can’t. It’s nature, little one.”
“Rob, will you listen to me?”