The Major sat back watching her, with his brow wrinkled and perplexed by his troubled thoughts as the clouds floated by, now shadowing the sunshine of his life, now making it look the brighter as they passed away and left it clear. For there were thoughts within that were quite new. Naturally he had felt that the time would some day come when a man would step between them and take away his child's love; but this had seemed to be something belonging to the future, and when the new manager of the mine crossed his path, and the friendly feeling had increased, he, the father, had gone on blindly, never thinking of the possible result, or, at most, giving the idea but a passing thought as something too absurd to retain. And now the true facts of the case had come upon him like a thunder-clap, and he sat thinking over the events of the evening and watching his child. Now he was happy, rejoicing and satisfied that her choice should have fallen upon so frank and manly a fellow; now his selfish feelings were aroused and mingled with a kind of petty jealousy that made him sigh with discontent, and then task himself mentally in his annoyance that he could be so unfair. He spoke at last, after waiting to see whether Dinah would awaken from her pleasant dream to the present, and it was in a teasing, half-malicious strain that he said-- "I hope that fellow will not go making short cuts to-night, and break his neck down one of the old shafts.--Dinah, my own darling! Don't, pray, look like that," he cried, as he sprang from his seat and caught her in his arms. For she had started up with her hands to her heart, pale as death, her eyes wild and strange, and her lips apart and blanched. "There, there!" he whispered, as he held her to his breast. "I was only teasing you. It was all nonsense. No, no; don't sob like that. Why, my pet, you are weak still, and as nervous as can be. It was only a joke. He is too keen and clever to make a mistake." She clung to him, fighting hard to suppress her hysterical sobs, till she grew calmer, but she clung to him still. "Ah! that's better," he said tenderly, as he stroked her face and kissed her forehead. "That's right. It was very brutal of me, but I never thought you would take my idle words amiss." He held her tightly to him, and felt the throbbing heart and heaving breast gradually calm down. "Then you love him very dearly, Dinah?" She raised her pale face, and looked full in his eyes, gazing at him in silence for a few minutes before she replied simply-- "Yes, father, I love him very dearly." The Major drew a long breath as he nodded his head slowly. "Yes," he said, "and it is a different love to that of a child for her father. It will not make any difference, dear? I know; you need not tell me. I shall not grow to be a lonely, desolate old man." Dinah's arms stole round his neck, and she laid her cheek to his. "You know that, dear," she whispered. "How could it make any difference to us?"