“I mustn’t, Jimmy.”
He moved cautiously forward, holding the rail till he was at her side, and took her in his arms.
“What is it, dear? Tell me.”
She clung to him without speaking.
“You aren’t worrying about him, are you—about Dreever? There’s nothing to worry about. It’ll be quite easy and simple. I’ll tell him if you like. He knows you don’t care for him, and besides, there’s another girl in London that he——”
“No, no; it’s not that.”
“What is it, dear? What’s troubling you?”
“Jimmy——” She stopped.
“Yes?”
“Jimmy, father wouldn’t. Father—father doesn’t——”