Peter gave an involuntary cry. There sat Betty with her hands folded in
her lap. To Peter she seemed to have been caught at the very moment when
from his place at her feet he looked up at her just before he held her
in his arms for the first time. Her face was alight and her eyes full of
tenderness. It was an exquisite piece of work.
Townsend turned out the light. He was well pleased with its effect.
Peter's face was far better than several columns of printed eulogy. "Now
come and sit down," he said. "Try this mixture. It took me five years to
discover it, but since then I've used no other." He threw himself on the
settee and settled his untidy head among the cushions.
The light shone on Peter's strong profile, and when Townsend looked at
it he saw there all that he hoped to see, and something else. There was
a little smile round the boy's mouth and a look in his eyes that showed
all the warmth of his heart.
"And so you love my little girl as much as that? Well, she deserves it,
but please don't take her away from me yet. I can't spare her. She and
my work are all I've got, and I'm not lying when I say that she comes
first. Generally when a man reaches my age he has lived down his
dependence on other people for happiness and his work has become his
mistress, his wife and his children. In my case that isn't so, and my
little girl is the best I have. She keeps me young, Peter. She renders
my disappointments almost null and void, and she encourages me not
wholly to sacrifice myself to the filthy dollar--an easy temptation I
can assure you. So don't be in too great a hurry to take my little bird
away and build a nest for her in another tree. Does that sound very
selfish to you?"
"No," said Peter; "I understand. Besides--good Lord!--I've got to work
before I can make a place good enough for her. I've come back to begin."
"I see! Fine! I thought perhaps that Oxford might have taken some of the
good American grit out of you. It just occurred to me that you might be
going to let your father keep you while you continue to remain an
undergraduate out here in life. A good many of our young men with
wealthy fathers play that game, believe me."
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