“But you can't,” with a little air of triumph. “Antioch is going to entertain you. It's been in a perfect furor of excitement ever since it knew you were coming back.”
“Well, I suppose there is no help for it,” resignedly.
“Where is my father, Mr. Oakley?”
“I guess we left him behind,” with sudden cheerfulness. He leaned forward so that he could look into her face.
“Constance, I have returned because I couldn't stay away any longer. I tried to forget, but it was no use.”
She had withdrawn her hand, but he had found it again, and now his fingers closed over it and held it fast He was feeling a sense of ownership.
“Did you come to meet me?” he asked.
“I came to meet papa.”
“But you knew I was coming, too?”
“Oh no.”