My heart beat. I saw what was coming now, - what ought to come. It was my time.
"It was a very general course, papa. It did not touch, directly, my feeling for Mr. Dinwiddie, or anybody."
"Indirectly?"
"I think - I do not know - I half fancied, Mr. Dinwiddie thought so."
"Thought what?"
"That it did touch some feeling of mine."
"Not for himself. For some other?"
"Yes -" I whispered.
"For whom?" he said abruptly. And then as I hesitated, -
"For one of those two?"