“Just the same, Barbara, he has made it his affair. He is your father, and it is his privilege.” Her little foot tapped the floor angrily. His submission offended her.
“It's all right, Barbara.”
“It's not all right,” she burst out. “Is it all right that our happiness should be wrecked?”
“I don't say that. I refer to his requesting me to cease coming here. He evidently regards me as not the proper sort of person.”
“What are you going to do?”
“There is but one thing I can do.”
“And that?”
“Respect his wishes.”
“If you do, what is going to become of me?”
Philip put his hand to his aching head. That was more than he could tell. He had thought of it, too. His personal pain and anxiety gave him no concern. He had become accustomed to it, but it would be so hard for her. She had not his training in disappointment. What could he do?