'My right of way?' repeated Dane looking at her.
'Yes. The right to do what you please should be extended to take in all that I do not please.'
'Across all which of mine, your right of way, I suppose, takes a zigzag track!'
'Underground.'
'It will be dangerous there!' said Dane, his eyes flashing. 'For pity's sake, Hazel, keep it aboveground.'
'Collisions are bad things,' said Hazel,'and switching off on a side track tries one's patience. But about Mr. Falkirkthere never was the least atom of father and daughter between us; he always kept me at arm's length. It was one of the trials of my life. And he has been just throwing me off more and more,a year ago twenty sisters would not have made him leave me alone. And he said nothing but unpleasant things before he went,and I should have to lay all the blame on you. And in short,' said Hazel summing up, 'he could not be angry with my letter, and he could with yours, which would comfort him up.'
Perhaps it was the thought of Hazel's great loneliness that touched him, the very remembrance of which he wished to kiss away; perhaps something else had its share in the caresses which were as tender as they were loving; but then he said softly,
'It would not be the proper thing, Hazel.'
'Well.' A rather long breath gave up the point.
'Don't you see it, Wych?'