"I am not good at all, Daisy. I ask,—and I mean to know."
Daisy was in trouble. No entreaty was worth a straw after that. She was puzzled how to answer.
"Papa," she ventured, "I don't like to tell you, because Ransom would not like I should."
"Ransom's pleasure must give way to mine, Daisy."
"He wanted the pony-chaise," said Daisy, looking very downcast.
"And you gave it him?"
"No, sir."
"What then? Daisy," said Mr. Randolph bringing her head round to face him, "tell me what I want to know without any more questions."
"He took the chaise, papa,—that was all,—so I went this morning."
"Ransom knew you wanted it?"