Perhaps the next question would lead up to some basis on which he could either declare himself or lay the foundation of a declaration to be made the next day--after he had seen his mother and Alec.
"To South America.

Para was my first port," he answered simply, wondering why he wanted to know.
"That's not far from Rio ?" He was still looking sideways at him, but there was no wavering in his gaze.
"No, not far--Rio was our next stopping place.

We had a hard voyage and put in to--" "Do you know a young man by the name of Rutter--slim man with dark hair and eyes ?" interrupted his father in an angry tone.
Harry started forward, his heart in his mouth, his hands upraised, his fingers opening.

It was all he could do to restrain himself.

"Don't you know me, father ?" was trembling on his lips.