Blushing furiously, "That Derry and I are going to be—married."
"But you are not. Not for months. If that cub thinks he can carry you off from under my eyes he is mistaken. You've got to get acquainted with each other—I have seen too many unhappy marriages."
"But we are not going to be unhappy, Daddy."
"How do you know?"
Her cheeks were blazing. Miss Emily interposed. "Don't tease her, she's too tired."
"If he is teasing, I don't care," Jean said, "but it always sounds as if he meant it."
After dinner, the Doctor laid his hand on his daughter's shoulder. "I want to talk to you, daughter."
"Is it about Derry, Daddy?"
"About myself."
Emily, understanding, left them alone. Jean sat in her low chair in front of the fire, her earnest eyes on her father. "Well, Daddy."