“Perhaps I have been too harsh—too stern!”
“You, uncle, too harsh! Why, you are the soul of gentleness. Florence has shown herself very ungrateful.”
“Yet, Curtis, I love that girl. Her mother seemed to live again in her. Have I not acted cruelly in requiring her to obey me or leave the house?”
“You have acted only for good. You are seeking her happiness.”
“You really think this, Curtis?”
“I am sure of it.”
“But how will it all end?” asked Linden, bending an anxious look upon his wily nephew.
“By Florence yielding.”
“You are sure of that?”
“Yes. Listen, uncle; Florence is only capricious, like most girls of her age. She foolishly desires to have her own way. It is nothing more serious, I can assure you.”