“Never, on my word as a man.”
“You tell me that you have never loved Julie Hallam save as a father might love his child?”
Bayle shook his head slowly, and a piteous look came into his eyes.
“No,” he said softly, “I cannot.”
“Then you do love her?” cried the old man joyfully. “Now we shall get out of the wood. Why, my dear boy—”
“Hush!” said Bayle sadly, “I first learned what was in my heart when our voyage was half over.”
“And you saw her chatting with that dandy young officer. Oh! pooh, pooh! that is nothing. She does not care for him.”
Bayle shook his head again.
“Why, my dear boy, you must end all this.”
“You forget,” said Bayle sadly. “History is repeating itself. Remember your own affair.”