"
"What then? Daisy," said Mr. Randolph, bringing her head round
to face him, "tell me what I want to know without any more
questions."
"He took the chaise, papa, — that was all, — so I went this
morning."
"Ransom knew you wanted it?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then, Daisy, tell me further, why you did not give me this
information when I asked about your drive this morning at
breakfast?"
"Papa, I thought Ransom would not like to have it told."
"Were you afraid he would revenge himself in any way if you
did?"
"Oh, no, papa! not at all."
"Then what moved you to silence?"
"Why, papa, I did not want to trouble Ransom. I was afraid you
would be displeased with him perhaps, if I told."
"Were you not displeased when he took the chaise?"
"Yes, papa," said Daisy, softly.
"And had your displeasure all gone off by this morning?"
"Yes, sir."
Mr. Randolph was not quite satisfied. There was no doubting
Daisy; but he had reasons of his own for knowing that she had
not said to him quite all that she had confessed to her
brother. He would have liked the whole confession; but did not
see how he could get at it just now. He took a little gold
piece out of his pocket, and quietly slipped it into Daisy's
hand.
Pages:
77
78
79
80
81
82
83
84
85
86
87
88
89
90
91
92
93
94
95
96
97
98
99
100
101