"Best for her and worst for you," he repeated.
And Arthur only said:—
"I hope so. It must be as you think well."
Then Trevannion softened again a little.
"I shall say nothing to any one at present," he went on. "I must see Keir; possibly he may understand you better than I can."
But, "No, it will be no use," the young man repeated coldly, though his very heart was wrung for the father, crushing down his own pride while he thought he saw still the ghost of a hope. "It will be no use. No one can do anything."
"And you adhere to your determination not to see my—not to see Daisy again?"
Lingard bowed his head.
And Mr. Trevannion left him.
Philip Keir was no blood relation of the Trevannions, but a cousin by marriage and a very intimate friend. He was some years older than Mr. Lingard, and it was through him that the acquaintance resulting in Daisy's engagement had begun. He was a reserved man, with a frank and cordial manner. Daisy thought she knew him well, but as to this she was in some directions entirely mistaken.