I beg your pardon, my daughter.

I did you wrong." "You do me wrong in many matters, father," replied Dorothy.
"Perhaps I do," her father returned, "perhaps I do, but I mean for the best.

I seek your happiness." "You take strange measures at times, father, to bring about my happiness," she replied.
"Whom God loveth He chasteneth," replied Sir George, dolefully.
"That manner of loving may be well enough for God," retorted Dorothy with no thought of irreverence, "but for man it is dangerous.

Whom man loves he should cherish.

A man who has a good, obedient daughter--one who loves him--will not imprison her, and, above all, he will not refuse to speak to her, nor will he cause her to suffer and to weep for lack of that love which is her right.