Look up and smile but once, my darling." Rotha lifted her tear-dimmed eyes to the eyes of her lover, and Willy stooped to kiss her trembling lips.

At that instant an impulse took hold of him which he was unable to resist, and words that he struggled to suppress forced their own utterance.
"Great God!" he cried, and drew back his head with a quick recoil, "how like your father you are!".