"My father," says she, stopping short. "Oh, what a heartless, selfish creature am I! I have not thought of him in my happiness. Nay, had he been dead I could not have forgot him more. You saw him—is he well?"
"As hearty as you could wish, and full of love for you, and rejoiced beyond measure to know you are to marry a brave, honest gentleman." Then I told how we had drunk to their health, and how her father had smashed his mug for a fancy. And this bringing a smile to her cheek, I went on to tell how he craved to see Mr. Godwin and grip his hand.
"Oh, if he could see what a noble, handsome man my Richard is!" cries she. "I do think my heart would ache for pride."
"Why, so it shall," says I, "for your father does intend to come hither before long."
"He is coming to see my dear husband!" says she, her face aglow with joy.
"Aye, but he does promise to be most circumspect, and appear as if, returning from a voyage, he had come but to see how you fare, and will stay no longer than is reasonably civil."
"Only that," says she, her countenance falling again, "we are to hide our love, pretend indifference, behave towards this dear father as if he were nought to me but a friend."
"My dear," says I, "'tis no new part you have to play."
"I know it," she answers hotly, "but that makes it only the worse."
"Well, what would you?"
"Anything" (with passion). "I would do anything but
