"Then why keep the letters?"
"Oh, sentiment. It would remind her, you see——"
But Robin could only repeat—"No, she's not that kind of girl," and marvel, perplexedly, at their short-sightedness.
And then he approached the point—
"There is, of course," he said slowly, "one other person who might help us——" He paused.
Garrett put his book down and looked up. Clare leaned towards him.
"Yes?" Clare looked slightly incredulous of any suggested remedy—but apparently composed and a little tired of all this argument. But, in reality, her heart was beating furiously. Had it come at last?—that first mention of his father that she had dreaded for so many days.
"I really cannot think——" from Garrett.
"Why not my father?"
Again it seemed to Clare that she and Harry were struggling for Robin ... since that first moment of his entry they had struggled—she with her twenty years of faithful service, he with nothing—Oh! it was unfair!