"Father," she cried, "what do you mean?"
"Just what I say. I am not blind. I made him promise not to seek your company or talk religion to you. Tomorrow I shall relieve him from that promise."
"O, father!"
"There now, child,—and Lucy, he may talk of religion and love all he wants. I think those two things, when they are of the right kind and properly blended, are good for the heart, don't you?"
"Yes, thank you, dear daddy—we are so near England now that I may call you daddy."
"Then good-night, my girl;" and he kissed her again in the doorway.