What troubled him was what the managing partner of the line might think of the proposition.
As long as Harry remained at home and within reach any number of things might happen--even a return of the old love.

With the scapegrace half-way around the world some other man might have a chance--Willits, especially, who had proved himself in every way worthy of his daughter, and who would soon be one of the leading lawyers of the State if he kept on.
With the closing of the door upon her father, Kate threw herself upon her lounge.

One by one the salient features of her interview with Harry passed in review: his pleading for some word of comfort; some note of forgiveness with which to cheer the hours of his exile.--"You are the last thing I kiss before I close my eyes." Then his open defiance of her expressed wishes when they conflicted with his own set purpose of going away and staying away until he made up his mind to return.

While the first brought with it a certain contented satisfaction--something she had expected and was glad of--the last aroused only indignation and revolt.

Her brow tightened, and the determination of the old seadog--her grandfather Barkeley--played over her countenance.