THE IVORY TOWER
had said this in her perfunctory way they sank as from a sense of shyness and might have rested for a little on one of their tent-pegs. "Well, daughter, that's just what I want to understand—your personal motive."
She gave a sigh for this, a strange uninforming sigh. "Ah father, 'my personal motives'———!"
With this she might have walked on, but when he barred the way it was as if she could have done so but by stepping on him. "I don't complain of your personal motives—I want you to have all you're entitled to and should like to know who's entitled to more. But couldn't you have a reason once in a while for letting me know what some of your reasons are?"
Her decent blandness dropped on him again, and she had clearly this time come further to meet him. "You've always wanted me to have things I don't care for—though really when you've made a great point of it I've often tried. But want me now to have this." And then as he watched her again to learn what "this," with the visibly rare importance she attached to it, might be: "To make up to a person for a wrong I once did him."
"You wronged the man who has come?"
"Oh dreadfully!" Rosanna said with great sweetness.
He evidently held that any notice taken of anyone, to whatever effect, by this great daughter of his was nothing less than an honour done, and
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