For answer, she drew down his hand and kissed it.
"I do not want any modern wisdom," she said—"I am your little girl and
I love you!"
A shadow flitted across his face and he moved uneasily. She looked up at him.
"You will not tell me?"
"Tell you what?"
"All that the London doctor said."
He was silent for a minute's space—then he answered.
"Yes, I will tell you, but not now. To-night after supper will be time enough. And then—"
"Yes—then?" she repeated, anxiously.
"Then you shall know—you will have to know—" Here he broke off abruptly. "Innocent!"