"Christian, I could not let you know, for I was with my guardian - he is a sort of guardian for the time - and -"
"Well? I know your guardian. Dr. Sandford, isn't he"
"Yes, but he would not like to see you."
"I don't care whether he likes it or not, Daisy."
"Yes, but, you see, Christian, it would be not pleasant if he were to carry me off away from Washington; as he took me from West Point last year."
"To get you away from me?"
"He would, if he suspected anything."
"Daisy, I do not like suspicions. The best way is to let him know the truth."
"Oh, no, Christian!"
"Why not, little one?"