A man has no right to bring a girl into this world and then cause her to suffer as you--as you--" She ceased speaking and sought refuge in silent feminine eloquence--tears.
One would have sworn she had been grievously injured that night.
"But I am older than you, Doll, and I know what is best for your happiness," said Sir George.
"There are some things, father, which a girl knows with better, surer knowledge than the oldest man living.

Solomon was wise because he had so many wives from whom he could absorb wisdom." "Ah, well!" answered Sir George, smiling in spite of himself, "you will have the last word." "Confess, father," she retorted quickly, "that you want the last word yourself." "Perhaps I do want it, but I'll never have it," returned Sir George; "kiss me, Doll, and be my child again." "That I will right gladly," she answered, throwing her arms about her father's neck and kissing him with real affection.

Then Sir George said good night and started to leave.

At the door he stopped, and stood for a little time in thought.
"Dorothy," said he, speaking to Lady Crawford, "I relieve you of your duty as a guard over Doll.

She may go and come when she chooses." "I thank you, George," said Aunt Dorothy.