"Yes, Daisy, it does; for it speaks of a man of last year, and my answer would go to a man of this year."
"They are not different men, papa."
"I must be assured of that." He was folding up his letter, his own, and I saw the next thing would be to throw it into the fire. I laid my hand over his.
"Papa, don't do that. Let me have it."
"I cannot send it."
"Papa, let me have it. I will send it to Miss Cardigan - she loves me almost as well as you do - I will tell her; and if there is any truth in mamma's story, Miss Cardigan will know and she will burn the letter, just as well as you. And so you would escape doing a great wrong."
"You may be mistaken, my child."
"Then Miss Cardigan will burn the letter, papa. I can trust her."
"Can I trust her?"
"Yes, papa, through me. Please let me have it. There shall come no harm from this, papa."