“You never said a word about that, Dad. It was the riot at the fair. I know. You had to fight with them. And Li Hsien killed himself.”
“But His Excellency put down the trouble at once. That is over.”
She sank slowly into the swivel chair before the desk; dropped her cheek on her hand; said, in a low uneven voice:
“No one talks to me... tells me...”
He looked down at her, standing motionless. His eyes filled. Then, deliberately, he put his park aside, and seated himself at the other side of the desk.
She looked up, with a wistful smile.
“I'm not afraid, Dad.”
“You wouldn't be,” said he gravely.
“No. But there is trouble, of course.”
“Yes. There is trouble.”