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“Oh, I’m not afraid with papa!” she said, and she laughed again as he took her hand in one of his and covered it out of sight.

I recalled, now, looking at him there in the twilight of the woods, how happy they had both seemed that sunny afternoon in the city square, as they flashed away from my door and glanced back at me and smiled together. I went into the house and said to my wife with a formulation of the case which pleased me, “If there is anything in the world that Tedham likes better than to ride after a good horse, it is to ride after a good horse with that little girl of his.” “Yes,” said my wife, “but a good horse means a good deal of money; even when a little girl goes with it.” “That is so,” I assented, “but Tedham has made a lot lately in real estate, they say, and I don’t know what better he could do with his money; or, I don’t believe he does.” We said no more, but we both felt, with the ardor of young parents, that it was a great virtue, a saving virtue, in Tedham to love his little girl so much; I was afterward not always sure that it was. Still, when Tedham appealed to me now in the name of his love for her, he moved my heart, if not my reason, in his favor; those old superstitions persist.

“Why, of course, you want to see her. But I couldn’t tell you where she is.”

“You could find out for me.”

“I don’t see how,” I said; but I did see how, and I knew as well as he what his next approach would be. I felt strong against it, however, and I did not perceive the necessity of being short with him in a matter not involving my own security or comfort.

“I could find out where Hasketh is,” he said, naming the husband of his sister-in-law; “but it would be of no use for me to go there. They wouldn’t see me.” He put this like a question, but I chose to let it be its own answer, and he went on. “There is no one that I can ask to act for me in the matter but you, and I ask you, March, to go to my sister-in-law for me.”

I shook my head. “That I can’t do, Tedham.”

“Ah!” he urged, “what harm could it do you?”

“Look here, Tedham!” I said. “I don’t know why you feel authorized to come to me at all. It is useless your saying that there is no one else. You know very well that the authorities, some of them–the chaplain–would go and see Mrs. Hasketh for you. He could have a great deal more influence with her than any one else could, if he felt like saying a good word for you. As far as I am concerned, you have expiated your offence fully; but I should think you yourself would see that you ought not to come to me with this request; or you ought to come to me last of all men.”

“It is just because of that part of my offence which concerned you that I come to you. I knew how generous you were, and after you told me that you had no resentment–I acknowledge that it is indelicate, if you choose to look at it in that light, but a man like me can’t afford to let delicacy stand in his way. I don’t want to flatter you, or get you to do this thing for me on false pretences. But I thought that if you went to Mrs. Hasketh for me, she would remember that you had overlooked something, and she would be more disposed to–to–be considerate.”

“I can’t do it, Tedham,” I returned. “It would be of no use. Besides, I don’t like the errand. I’m not sure that I have any business to interfere. I am not sure that you have any right to disturb the shape that their lives have settled into. I’m sorry for you, I pity you with all my heart. But there are others to be considered as well as you. And–simply, I can’t.”