"He is gone, I suppose," she answered. "He was in one of his stupid moods to-night."
"That's something new for him. Stupid?"
"I used the word in a wide sense. Crazy would have been better."
"What do you mean, Georgina?"
"He is a little crazy at times—to me. There! that's all I am going to tell you: you are not my father confessor."
"True," he said; "but I think I understand without confession. Take care, Georgina."
"Take care of what?"
"Of—I may as well say it—of exciting hopes that are most unlikely to be realized. Better play a true part than a false one."
She laughed a little saucy laugh.
"Don't you think I might turn the tables and warn you of that? What false hopes are you exciting, Mr. St. John?"