"I am at your service," he said. "You have seen my father? Mamma told me that you were to see him to-day," the girl went on, standing close to him in order that she might not have to raise her voice. "Yes; I have seen him," Garnett replied with increasing wonder. Hermione had never before mentioned her father to him, and it was by a slight stretch of veracity that he had included her name in her mother's plea to Mr. Newell. He had supposed her to be either unconscious of the transaction, or else too much engrossed in her own happiness to give it a thought; and he had forgiven her the last alternative in consideration of the abnormal character of her filial relations. But now he saw that he must readjust his view of her. "You went to ask him to come to my wedding; I know about it," Hermione continued. "Of course it is the custom--people will think it odd if he does not come." She paused, and then asked: "Does he consent?" "No; he has not yet consented." "Ah, I thought so when I saw Mamma just now!" "But he hasn't quite refused--he has promised to think it over." "But he hated it--he hated the idea?" Garnett hesitated. "It seemed to arouse painful associations." "Ah, it would--it would!" she exclaimed. He was astonished at the passion of her accent; astonished still more at the tone with which she went on, laying her hand on his arm: "Mr. Garnett, he must not be asked--he has been asked too often to do things that he hated!" Garnett looked at the girl with a shock of awe. What abysses of knowledge did her purity hide? "But, my dear Miss Hermione--" he began. "I know what you are going to say," she interrupted him. "It is necessary that he should be present at the marriage or the du Trayas will break it off. They don't want it very much, at any rate," she added with a strange candour, "and they will not be sorry, perhaps--for of course Louis would have to obey them." "So I explained to your father," Garnett assured her. "Yes--yes; I knew you would put it to him. But that makes no difference, Mr. Garnett. He must not be forced to come unwillingly." "But if he sees the point--after all, no one can force him!" "No; but if it is painful to him--if it reminds him too much ... Oh, Mr. Garnett, I was not a child when he left us.... I was old enough to see ... to see how it must hurt him even now to be reminded. Peace was all he asked for, and I want him to be left in peace!" Garnett paused in deep embarrassment. "My dear child, there is no need to remind you that your own future--" She had a gesture that recalled her mother. "My future must take care of itself; he must not be made to see us!" she said imperatively. And as Garnett remained silent she went on: "I have always hoped he did not hate me, but he would hate me now if he were forced to see me." "Not if he could see you at this moment!" he exclaimed. She lifted her face with swimming eyes. "Well, go to him, then; tell him what I have said to you!"