"Yes, but he would not like to see you."

"I don't care whether he likes it or not, Daisy."

"Yes, but, you see, Christian, it would be not pleasant if he
were to carry me off away from Washington; as he took me from
West Point last year."

"To get you away from me?"

"He would, if he suspected anything."

"Daisy, I do not like suspicions. The best way is to let him
know the truth."

"Oh, no, Christian!"

"Why not, little one?"

"I would rather my father and mother heard it first from you
in person," I answered, stumbling in my speech.

"So would I, Daisy; but the times are against us. A letter
must be my messenger; and Dr. Sandford has nothing to do with
the matter."

"He would think he had," I answered, feeling the difficulties
in my way.