He doted on her, and it was always a special joy to him when he could gloat on her unseen.

Then he had no need to make up an artificial face and hide his adoration from her.
But soon a cloud came over his face and his paternal heart.

He knew she had a lover; and she looked like a girl who was waiting pensively for him.

She had not come there for him whom she knew only as her devoted friend.

At this thought the poor father sighed.
Mary's quick senses caught that, and she turned her head, and her sweet face beamed.
"You _are_ there, after all, Mr.Hope." Hope was delighted.