"I am," he cried, stung by the deep significance of her light regret. "Please let me prove it. Please let me ride with you in the park?"
"I'll be with my father, you know," she answered, with a trace of relentment. "It's my only chance to visit with the poor old boy. You'd better not."
"But some day you will ride with me?"
"Maybe."
"To-morrow may I stand on the bridge and watch you go by?"
"The park is open to the public at all hours."
"Would you mind if I got a horse and rode by and said 'Good morning!'"
"Fine. Come along. I'll introduce you to my father."