“You have your father’s ways: I hope that you will be wiser.”
“If you will teach me!” he answered gently.
There came two little bright spots on her cheeks, and her hands clasped in her lap. They all sat down. Sir William spoke:
“It is much to ask that you should tell us of your life now, but it is better that we should start with some knowledge of each other.”
At that moment Gaston’s eyes caught the strange picture on the wall.
“I understand,” he answered. “But I would be starting in the middle of a story.”
“You mean that you wish to hear your father’s history? Did he not tell you?”
“Trifles—that is all.”
“Did he ever speak of me?” asked Lady Belward with low anxiety.
“Yes, when he was dying.”