“Then,” said the girl, “I shall marry him without it.”
“I regret, sir,” said Milton, with utmost deference and respect, “that trouble with my father, almost before I was born, should tinge and shape your opinion of me. It is most unjust.”
“Frankly speaking,” said the lawyer, “I do not like you. I do not want an artist in my family.”
“You are her father, sir,” said Milton, with suppressed anger, “and that shields you from the answer that rises within me.”
Marie interposed at this point, and said: “You are both dear to me, and I beg you, in the name of the love you have for me, do not quarrel.”
“I obey your wishes, my darling,” said Milton.
“This is no place for discussion of this kind, anyhow,” said Salmon. “Come, Marie, Mr. Clafton was looking everywhere for you.”
“I do not wish to see him, father. Good-bye, Milton.”
“Good-bye, Marie. May angels guard you everywhere.”