But he would not tell her so.
Meanwhile Deborah glanced at the clock.
"Oh! It's nearly eight o'clock! I must hurry or I'll be late," she said.
"Good-night, all--" And she left them.
Roger followed her into the hall.
"What do you think of this ?" he demanded.

Her reply was a tolerant shrug.
"It's her own money, father--" "All her money!" he rejoined.

"Every dollar she has in the world!" "But I don't just see how it can be helped." "Can't you talk to her, show her what folly it is ?" "Hardly," said Deborah, smiling.

Already she had on her coat and hat and was turning to go.

And her father scowled with annoyance.