"You don't read much, father?"
"Not much, except music. But Ulick brings books here, you may find something among them."
She returned with Berlioz's Memoirs, Pater's Imaginary Portraits, and Blake's Songs of Innocence and Experience.
"I suppose these books belong to Ulick. I don't know if I ought to take them."
"I cannot advise you; you must do as you like. I suppose you'll bring them back?"
"Oh, yes, of course I shall bring them back."
"Evelyn, dear, is it quite essential that you should go?"
"Yes, father, yes, it is quite; but I don't know how I am to get away."
"How you're to get away! What do you mean?"
"Well," she answered, laughing, "you see in his letter he says he's coming to watch me. Father, I can see that you pity him; you're sorry for him, aren't you?"