Barrett did not look at the young man. He kept his eyes on his daughter's face as she returned Wade's bow. He saw what he feared. The fires of indignation quickly left the dark eyes. There was the softness of a caress in her gaze. Love displayed his crimson flag on her cheeks. She spoke in answer to Wade's salutation, and even cast one shy look after him when he had passed. When she took her eyes from him she found her father's hard gaze fronting her. "Do you know that fellow?" he demanded, brusquely. "Yes," she said, her composure not yet regained; "when he was a student at Burton and I was at the academy I met him often at receptions." "What is that academy, a sort of matrimonial bureau?" His tone was rough. "It is not a nunnery," she retorted, with spirit. "The ordinary rules of society govern there as they do here in Stillwater." "Elva," he said, emotion in his tones, "since your mother died you have been mistress of the house and of your own actions, mostly. Has that fellow there been calling on you?" "He has called on me, certainly. Many of my school friends have called. Since he has been principal of the high-school I have invited him to 'Oaklands.'" "You needn't invite him again. I do not want him to call on you." "For what reason, father?" She was looking straight ahead now, and her voice was even with the evenness of contemplated rebellion. "As your father, I am not obliged to give reasons for all my commands." "You are obliged to give me a reason when you deny a young gentleman of good standing in this city our house. An unreasonable order like that reflects on my character or my judgment. I am the mistress of our home, as well as your daughter." "It's making gossip," he floundered, dimly feeling the unwisdom of quoting Pulaski Britt. "Who is gossiping, and what is the gossip?" she insisted. "I don't care to go into the matter," he declared, desperately. "If the young man is nothing to you except an acquaintance, and I have reasons of my own for not wanting him to call at my house, I expect you to do as I say, seeing that his exclusion will not mean any sacrifice for you." He was dealing craftily. She knew it, and resented it. "I do not propose to sacrifice any of my friends for a whim, father. If your reasons have anything to do with my personal side of this matter, I must have them. If they are purely your own and do not concern me, I must consider them your whim, unless you convince me to the contrary, and I shall not be governed in my choice of friends. That may sound rebellious, but a father should not provoke a daughter to rebellion. You ought to know me too well for that."