She read it, and then read it again, and her bewilderment seemed to change into another emotion.
"What did your father tell you to do?" asked Lucas.
She gave him the queerest look.
"Get rid of the man if I could," she said.
He ran his fingers through his mop of brown hair.
"But I don't understand—what's the 'complication'?"
She began to smile shyly—
"Lucas, don't you think—don't you see—there's nothing else. I must be the complication here."