"No."
"Why?" she asked pleadingly.
"I've too much self-respect."
She looked into his clear eyes:
"Forgive me, dear, but I was so frightened just now. You were so violent. I never saw you like that before. I was afraid something might happen in a moment of blind passion, and I could never lift my head again——"
"I'll not forget," he broke in, "if my father does. Run now, dear, I'll join you in a few minutes."
A pressure of the hand, a look of love, and she was gone. The boy closed the door, quickly turned and faced his father.