“Yes, indeed, since I have your dear love,” she answered low and feelingly.
“And I think he has been the means of saving your dear life, and now your little brother’s also,” her father said with feeling, “so I cannot refuse you to him any longer, my darling, sorrowful thing as it is to me to give you up.”
“Oh, don’t give me up, dear father, don’t!” she entreated with pleading look and tone. “Surely, I shall not be less yours because I become his also.”
“No, my dear child, I shall surely be as much your father as ever. Shall I not, Harold?”
“Surely, sir; and mine also, if you will accept me as your son.”
Violet came to the door at that moment.
“May I come in?” she asked; “or would that be intruding upon a private interview?”
“Come in, my dear; we will be glad to have you,” replied her husband.