Part 14 (2/2)

”Which would be--?”

”To give her plenty of affection.”

”She's always had that.”

”Yes, yours; she hasn't had her mother's. Don't think me cruel in saying it, but no girl can grow up nourished only by her father's love, and not miss something that the good G.o.d intended her to have. The reason women are so essential to babies and men is chiefly because of their faculty for understanding the inarticulate. With all your daughter has had, there is one great thing that she hasn't had; and if you had placed me near her, my idea, which I call vague, would have been--as far as any one could do it now--to supply her with some of that.”

Derek retreated again to the fireside, alarmed by a language suspiciously like that he had heard on other occasions concerning the motherless condition of his child. Was it going to turn out that all women were alike? There had been minutes during the last half-hour when, as he looked into Diane's face, it seemed to him that here at last was one as honest as air and as straightforward as light. But no experienced woman of the world, as she declared herself to be, could forget that this was a ludicrously delicate topic with a widower. She must either avoid it altogether, or expose herself to misinterpretation in pursuing it. It took him a few minutes to perceive that Diane had chosen the latter course, and had done it with a fine disdain of anything he might choose to think. She was not of the order of women who hesitate for petty considerations, or who stoop to small manoeuvrings.

”I'm afraid I must go now,” she said, when he had stood some time without speaking.

”Don't go yet. Sit down.”

His tone was still one of command, but not of the same quality of command as that which he had used on her entry. He brought her a chair, and she seated herself again.

”You said just now,” he began, resuming his former att.i.tude, with his arm on the mantelpiece, ”that you didn't expect me to be so definite.

Suppose I had been indefinite; then what would you have done?”

”I should have been indefinite, too.”

”That's all very well; but, you see, I have to look at things from the point of view of business.”

”And is there never anything indefinite in business?”

”Not if we can help it.”

”And what happens when you can't help it?”

”Then we have to look for some one to whose discretion we can trust.”

”Exactly; and, if you'll allow me to say it, Miss Pruyn is at an age and in a position where she needs a friend armed with discretion rather than authority.”

”Well, suppose we were agreed about everything--the discretion and all--what would you begin by doing?”

”I shouldn't begin by doing anything. I should try to win your daughter's confidence; and if I couldn't do that I should go away.”

”So that in the end it might happen that nothing would be accomplished.”

”It might happen so. I shouldn't expect it. Good hearts are generally sensitive to good influences; and beneath her sh.e.l.l of manner Miss Pruyn strikes me as neither more nor less than a dear little girl.”

Again he was suspicious of a bid for favor; but again Diane's air of almost haughty honesty negatived the thought.

”I'm glad you see that,” was the only comment he made. ”But,” he added, once more taking a step or two toward her, ”when you had won her confidence, then you would do things that I suggested, wouldn't you?”

”I shouldn't have to. She would probably do them herself, and a great deal better than you or I.”

”I don't see how you can be sure of that. If you don't make her--”

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