“Cried? Yes, my heart is broken, too. Yet I don’t cry. To-morrow night I shall be free to weep my fill; till then I shall not shed a tear.”
Margaret was a little frightened by the uplifted look that lightened and rejuvenated the dear face, on which she had seen so many disasters leave their mark; but she profited by it promptly to complete her work of reconciliation.
“Father, Maurice longs for his place again in your heart.”
“He has never lost it.”
“I knew it. Do you forgive him?”
“I forgave him a long time ago.”
“Ah!”
“The evening he came back, little girl. Did you doubt your father?”
“Oh, no, father. But why not say so to him?”
“He hasn’t asked me to.”