"I do my duty.

What have the Delight Makers to say that might not be for my good ?" "And yet, you are not precious to them--" "Neither are they precious to me," she cried.

Her eyes sparkled.
Her father heaved a deep sigh.

He shook his head and said in a husky tone,-- "Woman, your ways are wrong.

I know it, and the Koshare know it also.
They may know more, much more than I could wish," he added, and looked into her eyes with a searching sorrowful glance.