“I had no idea you were so vindictive,” said Inez.
“It is rather,” said Roddy, “a sense of humor. It makes the punishment fit the crime.”
He turned, and drawing closer, looked at her wistfully, appealingly.
“Your father,” he whispered, “is free.”
The girl drew a long breath of happiness.
“Yes,” she sighed.
“I repeat,” whispered Roddy, “your father is free.”
“I don’t understand,” answered the girl softly.
“Have you forgotten!” cried Roddy, “You forbade me to tell you that I loved you until he was free.”
Inez looked up at him, and the light of the stars fell in her eyes.