"You know, papa, that I trust you," she said.

"And I have promised you that I will not disobey you.

If you tell me that I am never to see Mr.Lopez again, I will not see him." "You are a good girl.

You were always a good girl." "But I think that you ought to hear me." Then he stood still with his hands in his trowsers pockets looking at her.

He did not want to hear a word, but he felt that he would be a tyrant if he refused.