"The night of Sophie's wedding."

"Ah!" he said, musingly; "but I cannot get over my surprise; he is your
senior by so many years, and you have known him from childhood and looked
upon him as a sort of uncle. I wonder at your choice."

"But you don't object, papa?"

"No, if I must give you away--and I've always known that would come some
time--I would rather it should be to him than any one else, for I can
never doubt that he will be tender and true to my precious one, when she
leaves her father's home for his."

"Papa, papa, don't speak of it," she cried, winding her arms about his
neck, "I can't bear to think of it; that our home will no longer be the
same, that I can't come to you every night and be folded to your heart as
I have been ever since I was a little girl."

"Well, dearest," he said, after a moment, in which he held her very close
and caressed her with exceeding tenderness, "we shall not be far apart or
miss passing some time together many days of the year. And you are not in
haste to leave me?"

"Oh, no, no! why should I be? Please keep me a little while yet."

"I intend to: it will take at least a year to get used to the thought of
doing without you, and so long Travilla must be content to wait. Nor can
we give you up wholly even then; your suite of rooms shall still be yours,
and you must come now and then and occupy them for days or weeks at a