But in a minute he saw he couldn't, of course, with all those people around there.

So he sat back again in his chair.

For a minute he just frowned and stared at nothing; then he spoke again, as if half to himself.
"I suppose, Mary, we were--unlikes, your mother and I.That's just what we were; though I never thought of it before, in just that way." He waited, then went on, still half to himself, his eyes on the dancers: "She loved things like this--music, laughter, gayety.

I abhorred them.
I remember how bored I was that night here--till I saw her." "And did you fall in love with her right away ?" I just couldn't help asking that question.

Oh, I do so adore love stories! A queer little smile came to Father's lips.
"Well, yes, I think I did, Mary.