But she was not too dutiful to cast a reproach upon him, when he
was so stern to her. 'You have been so little with me, papa.'
'That is true,' he said, after a pause. 'That is true. It has been
a fault and I will need to mend it. It is a reason for
forgiveness, and I will forgive you. But you must tell me that
there shall be an end to this.'
'No, papa.'
'What do you mean?'
'That I love Mr Tregear, and as I have told him so, and as I have
promised him, I will be true to him. I cannot let there be an end
to it.'
'You do not suppose that you will be allowed to see him again?'
'I hope so.'
'Most assuredly not. Do you write to him?'
'No, papa.'
'Never?'
'Never since we have been back in England.'
'You must promise me that you will not write.'
She paused for a moment before she answered him, and now she was
looking him full in the face. 'I shall not write to him. I do not
think I shall write to him; but I will not promise.'
'Not promise me,--your father!'
'No, papa. It might be that--that I should do it.'
'You would not wish me so to guard you that you should have no
power of sending a letter but by permission?'
'I should not like that.
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