He smiled and waved his hand to our father, who took no notice of him.

The laugh was for that--and for me, because the man knew well enough that our father does not mean that we shall ever marry.

Do you see, dear?
It was not meant for you." "Did he really look up at us when you said so ?" asked Inez, in a smothered voice.
"Who?
The man who laughed ?" "No.

I mean--" "Don John?
Yes.

He looked up to us and smiled--as he often does at me--with his eyes only, while his face was quite grave.