Catherine could think of nothing of the kind, and Morris’s luminosity seemed almost pitiless. The only thing she could think of was that her father might, after all, come round, and she articulated, with an awkward sense of her helplessness in doing so, a wish that this miracle might happen. “Do you think it is in the least degree likely?” Morris asked. “It would be, if he could only know you!” “He can know me if he will. What is to prevent it?” “His ideas, his reasons,” said Catherine. “They are so—so terribly strong.” She trembled with the recollection of them yet. “Strong?” cried Morris. “I would rather you should think them weak.” “Oh, nothing about my father is weak!” said the girl. Morris turned away, walking to the window, where he stood looking out. “You are terribly afraid of him!” he remarked at last. She felt no impulse to deny it, because she had no shame in it; for if it was no honour to herself, at least it was an honour to him. “I suppose I must be,” she said simply. “Then you don’t love me—not as I love you. If you fear your father more than you love me, then your love is not what I hoped it was.” “Ah, my friend!” she said, going to him. “Do _I_ fear anything?” he demanded, turning round on her. “For your sake what am I not ready to face?” “You are noble—you are brave!” she answered, stopping short at a distance that was almost respectful. “Small good it does me, if you are so timid.” “I don’t think that I am—_really_,” said Catherine. “I don’t know what you mean by ‘really.’ It is really enough to make us miserable.” “I should be strong enough to wait—to wait a long time.” “And suppose after a long time your father should hate me worse than ever?” “He wouldn’t—he couldn’t!” “He would be touched by my fidelity? Is that what you mean? If he is so easily touched, then why should you be afraid of him?” This was much to the point, and Catherine was struck by it. “I will try not to be,” she said. And she stood there submissively, the image, in advance, of a dutiful and responsible wife. This image could not fail to recommend itself to Morris Townsend, and he continued to give proof of the high estimation in which he held her. It could only have been at the prompting of such a sentiment that he presently mentioned to her that the course recommended by Mrs. Penniman was an immediate union, regardless of consequences.