He gave a quick glance, and in his eye I saw that my audience was with me in spirit.
“And my father? Tell him that too?” he said, dryly in tone, but not unmoved, I was sure.
“Tell him that your veneration, your homage, belongs to him, but that your soul is your own! Tell him that you are not afraid to take some risk for one you love! Are you afraid, Dick?”
He gave a short laugh.
“I'd risk something,” he replied.
“Only something? And for Agnes Grey, Dick? Think of the future without her, the life you have been leading repeated from day to day, now that you have known her. Is that pleasant? Is she not worth some risk—a good deal of risk?”
He rose and then he smiled; and he had a very pleasant smile.
“Thanks,” he said; “you're a good chap, monsieur. I wish you had to tackle the governor, though.”
“Let me!” I exclaimed.
“Well,” he said, “if I want an eloquent counsel I know where to look for one. Good-night.”