In the morning Madame Halier came to see her, and immediately went to report to Doña Josefa the state of Mercedes' eyes. Don Mariano came in at once and took his pet in his arms.
“Papa, you said you were going to-day. Please don't go,” she begged.
“Why not, my pet? I shall go only a little ways with those stupid Indians who keep letting the cattle turn back. I shall return before dark,” he said, smoothing her golden hair.
“Papa, please don't go. I want you to be here when Clarence returns. Let the cattle be. I want you here. You may never see Clarence again in this world if you go.” And she put her pale cheek against her father's and sobbed convulsively.
“What an idea! Why shouldn't I see Clarence again if I ride one or two miles? My baby darling, you are too nervous. You have cried all night, and now your mind is in a whirl of sad visions. Do not exaggerate the mischief that Darrell might do. He will probably say very insulting things to Clarence, but Clarence is as true as steel, and has a very clear head.”
“I know that. I am sure of him. He is so true. But, papa, can I marry him after what his father said to you, and when he tried to strike you? Can I marry him after that, papa?”
“Why not, pray? What he said is an infamous lie, and because Darrell chooses to indulge in mean thoughts and atrocious language, is that a reason why you and Clarence should be made wretched for life? If Darrell did not permit men like Gasbang, and others influenced by Peter Roper, to come near him, his ears would not hear such low, vulgar suggestions. As long as we know that Clarence is a gentleman, and he behaves as such, I shall not permit that you two be separated by anything that Darrell may do or say.”
“But, papa, you will keep out of Mr. Darrell's way.”
“Certainly, my poor little darling. Don't be afraid; Darrell will not attack me again.”
The Don talked in this consoling and reassuring way to his favorite child until he saw that he had quieted her. She promised to eat breakfast and then try to sleep.