5/23 I could not love him the less whatever might happen. I have never asked him--anything. He is my father, and though he be--whatever he may be--he is my father _still_, you know. But, Ralph, tell me--you say I can bear it--and I can--I feel I can now--tell me, Ralph, _was_ it poor father after all ?" Rotha had stopped and covered up her face in her hands. |