sheltered was obviously unpleasant to him. But then it was as if he found at a stroke both his own reassurance and his daughter's. "How can there be a question of it when he only wants Sir Joshuas?"
"He wants ours?" the girl gasped.
"At absolutely any price."
"But you're not," she cried, "discussing it?"
He hesitated as between chiding and contenting her—then he handsomely chose. "My dear child, for what do you take me?" With which he impatiently started, through the long and stately perspective, for the saloon.
She sank into a chair when he had gone; she sat there some moments in a visible tension of thought, her hands clasped in her lap and her dropped eyes fixed and unperceiving; but she sprang up as Hugh Crimble, in search of her, again stood before her. He presented himself as with winged sandals.
"What luck to find you! I must take my spin back."
"You've seen everything as you wished?"
"Oh," he smiled, "I've seen wonders."
She showed her pleasure. "Yes, we've got some things."
