I had to sit quiet, knowing that you must be unhappy, certain that you must be despising me for the company I kept." Sylvia blushed guiltily.
"Despising you?
No, father," she said, in a voice of apology.

"I saw how much above the rest you were." "Blaming me, then," interrupted Garratt Skinner, with an easy smile.

He was not at all offended.

"Let us say blaming me.

And it was quite natural that you should, judging by the surface.