"How do you do, child. Why haven't you been to see me?"
"I don't like to go too often."
"But you enjoy visiting me?"
"Very much indeed."
Miss Gastonguay looked around as if to make sure that she would not be overheard. "You will not tell any one if I favour you with a confidence?"
"Certainly not."
"Well, you remind me of a former dear friend. I like to have you with me. Come to French Cross as often as you will, and never be frightened by my gruff ways."
"And you," said Derrice, playfully, "you also remind me of some one."
"Who is it?"
"My father."