CHAPTER VII.
MOSTLY POSSIBILITIES The Professor went into the garden feeling just a trifle uncomfortable.
He not only loved his daughter dearly, but he also had a very deep and well-justified respect for her intellect and scholarly attainments.

Her unfortunate love for a man whom he honestly believed to be a totally unfit mate for her was the only shadow that had ever drifted between them since she had become, not only his daughter, but his friend and companion, and the enthusiastic sharer of his intellectual pursuits.

Of course, anything like a scene was utterly out of the question; but there is a silence more eloquent than words, and it was that that he was mostly afraid of.
He found her walking up and down the lawn with her hands behind her back.

She was a little paler than usual, and there was a shadow in her eyes.

She came towards him, and said quite quietly: "Mr Merrill has been here, Dad, to say good-bye.