"The government ought to pay you well if those plans are successful."
She moved away from the window.

"Yes, the government ought to pay me well. I should like to make you
rich, dearie, and happy."

"Why, daddy, am I not both? I have more money than I know what to do
with, and I am happy in having the kindest father." She came around
the table and caressed him, cheek to cheek. "Money isn't everything.
It just makes me happy to do anything for you."

His arm grew tense around her waist.

"Do you know what was running through my mind at the embassy last
night? I was thinking how deeply I love this great wide country of
mine. As I looked at the ambassador and his aides, I was saying to
myself, 'You dare not!' It may have been silly, but I couldn't help
it, We are the greatest people in the world. When I compared foreign
soldiers with our own, how my heart and pride swelled! No
formalities, no race prejudice, no false pride. I was never
introduced to a foreign officer that I did not fear him, with his
weak eyes, his affected mannerisms, his studied rudeness, not to me,
but to the country I represented. How I made some of them dance! Not
for vanity's sake; rather the inborn patriotism of my race. I had
only to think of my father, his honorable scars, his contempt for
little things, his courage, his steadfastness, his love for his
country, which has so honored him with its trust. Oh! I am a patriot;
and I shall never, never marry a man whose love for his country does
not equal my own." She caught up her father's mutilated hand and
kissed it. "And even now this father of mine is planning and planning