"You must not forget that he is my father," she said quietly and deliberately.
"But you defied him in the case of Lord Probus."
"That was different. To have married Lord Probus would have been a sin. No, no. The cases are not parallel."
"Then you are still of the same mind?" he questioned.
"It would not be right," she said, after a long pause, "knowing father as I do, and knowing how keenly he feels all this."
"Then it is right to spoil my life, to fling all its future in shadow?"
"You will forget me," she said, with averted eyes.
"Perhaps so," he answered a little bitterly; "time is a great healer, they say," and he raised his hat again and turned away.
But her hand was laid on his arm in a moment.
"Now you are angry with me," she said, her eyes filling. "But don't you see it is as hard for me as for you? Oh, it is harder, for you are so much stronger than I."