His indignation was ebbing into a dull acquiescence.

If Langrishe did not care--why, no one on earth could make him care.

No one could blame him even.
"You must give up thinking of him, Nell," he said at last.

He could not bring himself to ask her if Langrishe cared.

"You must forget him, little girl, and try to be satisfied with your old father till someone more worthy comes along." "But he is worthy." Nelly spoke with a sudden flash of spirit.