"About what?"
His daughter's eyes never flinched.
"About a point of honor, father," she said quietly.
He grunted.
She went on, still resting her hand on his shoulder.
"We were very unhappy; but the point of honor involved straightened itself out.... I happened to be in the rose arbor that evening. He came in by accident.... After we had talked a little, he told me that he was free to speak if I would listen to him.... Then, somehow, we merely looked at each other, and—and presently—presently we kissed each other.... I don't remember much else ... except that I said I would marry him—before he asked me——"
"Did you also set the date?" inquired her father sarcastically.
"No.... Mother and I are considering.... Are you happy over it, dad?"
"Not violently."
"Why?"