"Indy won't have me—"
"You've asked her, then?"
Glen nodded.
"I'm so sorry, so sorry." She smoothed his hair gently. "I've always hoped it would be—some day."
"I haven't given—up—hope—yet," he said, doggedly.
She kept smoothing his hair, until Lord Canning joined them. Then Glen rose abruptly and went up to his room.
"Our young hero seems depressed," said Lord Canning, quietly.
"It's about Indiana," replied Mrs. Stillwater, very much distressed.
"He's a fine fellow, but, if you'll pardon me for saying so, Mrs. Stillwater, he's not the right husband for your daughter."
"He understands her better than a stranger would. He'd get along with her, I'm sure."