Take a turn with me, my child, since you can not lie down and rest; a little air, and gentle movement on your father's arm, and close to your father's heart, will be the next best thing for you." Then they walked to and fro like lovers.
"Why, Grace, my child," said he, "of course I understand it all.

No doubt you promised to keep your marriage secret, or had some powerful reason for withholding it from strangers; and, indeed, why should you reveal such a secret to insolence or to mere curiosity.

But you will tell the truth to me, your father and your best friend; you will tell me you are a wife." "Father," said Mary, trembling, and her eyes roved as if she was looking out for the means of flight.
Hope saw this look, and it made him sick at heart, for he had lived too long, and observed too keenly, not to know that innocence and purity are dangers, and are more often protected by the safeguards of society than by themselves.
"Oh, my child," said he, "anything is better than this suspense; why do you not answer me?
Why do you torture me?
Are you Walter Clifford's wife ?" Mary began to pant and sob.

"Oh papa, have patience with me.

You do not know the danger.