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is
proud--very proud."
"But if he could behave like that," replied the doctor, quickly, "if he
could throw over such a nice girl as you for no reason worth speaking
of, I should call him a nasty-tempered fellow, whom you ought to be
glad to be rid of."
"Ah, but you would be wrong," retorted Doreen, with a little flush in
her face. "It is quite true that he has neglected me a little lately, written
short letters, and not been down to see me so often. But I am sure there
was some better reason for his conduct than papa thinks. And if I feel
so sure, and if I am ready to trust him, why shouldn't papa be?"
The doctor smiled at her ingenuousness.
"Your father is right in claiming that he ought to be made acquainted
with the young man's reason for conduct which looks quite
unwarrantable on the face of it," said he.
But Doreen gave a little sigh.
"I don't think that a man has a right to turn inquisitor over another man,
just because the second man is ready to marry the first man's daughter,"
said she. "And I'm sure papa wouldn't have stood it when he was
young."

The doctor laughed.
"He ought to put up with any amount of questioning rather than lose the
girl of his choice," said he decisively. "And if he has the stuff of a man
in him he will do so."
"But he is unhappy. I know it," said Doreen.
"Unhappy!" cried the doctor, indignantly. "And what's he got to be
unhappy about, I should like to know? He ought to be thanking Heaven
on his knees all day long for getting such a nice girl to promise to
marry him. That's the attitude a young man used to take when I was
young."
"Did you go down on your knees all day long when Mrs. Haselden
promised to marry you?" asked Doreen, recovering her sauciness at the
notion. "And why should he do it till he knows what sort of a wife I am
going to make? And why should he go down on his knees more than I
on mine? When there are more women in the world than men, too!"
The doctor shook his head.
"Ah, there is no arguing with you saucy girls," said he. "But I know
that I, for my part, don't know of a man in the whole world who is
worthy to marry one of my daughters."
As the doctor finished speaking, the door was opened quickly, and Mr.
Wedmore came in, looking white and worried.
Doreen ran to him with an anxious face.
"What have you done, papa, what have you done? Did you see him?
What did you say? What did you say?"
Mr. Wedmore put his arm around his daughter, and kissed her tenderly.
"Don't trouble your head about him any more, my dear child," said he
in a husky voice. "He isn't worth it. He isn't worthy of you."

Doreen drew away from her father, looking into his face with searching
eyes and with an expression full of fear.
"Papa, what do you mean? You have sent him away?"
Mr. Wedmore answered in a loud and angry voice; but it was clear
enough that the anger was not directed against his daughter.
"I did not send him away. He took himself off. I had hardly begun to
speak to him--and I began quite quietly, mind--when he made the
excuse of a letter which he found waiting for him, to go back to town.
Without any ceremony, he rushed out of the study into the hall, and
snatched up his hat and coat to go."
"And is he gone?" asked Doreen, in a low voice, as she staggered back
a step.
"Oh, yes, I suppose so. And a good riddance, too. There was no letter at
all for him, I suppose."
"Yes, there was a letter!" faltered Doreen.
She gave a glance round her; seemed to remember suddenly the
presence of a third person, for she blushed deeply on meeting the
doctor's eyes; then, without another word, she sprang across the room
to the door.
"Where are you going?" cried her father, as he followed her into the
hall.
But she did not answer. The hall-door was closing with a loud clang.
Doreen was not the girl to lose her lover for want of a little energy. She
was fonder of Dudley than people imagined. There is always an
inclination in the general mind to consider that a person of lively
temperament is incapable of a deep feeling. And Mr. Wedmore had
only shown a common tendency in believing that his beautiful and
brilliant daughter would easily give up the lover whom he considered

unworthy of her. But he