And now more than ever Roger felt how old his daughter thought him.
"Who is he ?" he asked hoarsely.

And she answered smiling, "A perfectly nice young man named Sloane." "Don't, Laura--tell me! What does he do ?" "He's in a broker's office--junior member of the firm, Oh, you needn't worry, dear, he can even afford to marry _me_." They heard a ring at the front door.
"There he is now, I think," she said.

"Will you see him?
Would you mind ?" "See him?
No!" her father cried.
"But just to shake hands," she insisted.

"You needn't talk or say a word.
We've only a moment, anyway." And she went swiftly out of the room.
Roger rose in a panic and strode up and down.

Before he could recover himself she was back with her man, or rather her boy--for the fellow, to her father's eyes, looked ridiculously young.