“Yes,” was the reply.
He became pale, and dreaded lest his father should have cursed and denounced him.
“Did he—condemn me?” and he gasped, as he spoke, “was he much irritated?”
“Yes, James, awfully agitated.”
“There, there, Sir Hector, see my folly, my madness, my infamous cruelty, to an aged parent. But Alice, was he long in such a state?”
“No,” and she turned a look of concealed meaning to Katharine.
“Thank God, thank God,” exclaimed Dawson, “then Alice, is he calm now?”
“Calm,—so calm, he must be happy.”
“Then, dear sister, lead me into his presence, and give him a kiss, to induce him to grant me a full forgiveness. Alice, you move not, is he asleep?”