Chapter 37

His tone was overbearing, harsh, scornful. Alas, for his good and wise intentions! In the impact of two stubborn natures, each rousing in the other an invincible antagonism, there could be no tenderness, no consideration. Each was fighting with the flag nailed to the mast; she for Adair, he for his daughter. "It was your doing, Papa. I had no alternative." "Oh, what a lie! I’d sooner have gone with you myself, however bitter or humiliating it might have been for me." The picture of such an escort to such a rend…