"After all," he said deferentially, "you have not answered my question."
"I--think--I--have," replied the old man, slowly. "But to what question do you refer?"
"The simple one, --will you give me your daughter?"
Kemp drew himself up, bowed low, and stood waiting some further word, his face ashy white. Levice's lips trembled nervously, and then he spoke in a gentle, restrained way, half apologetically and in strange contrast to his former violence.
"You see, I am an old man rooted in old ideas; my wife, not so old, holds with me in this. I do not know how wildly she would take such a proposition. But, Dr. Kemp, as I said before, though I object, I shall not oppose this marriage. I love my daughter too dearly to place my beliefs as an obstacle to what she considers her happiness; it is she who will have to live the life, not I. You and I, sir, have been friends; outside of this one great difference there is no man to whom I would more gladly trust my child. I honor and esteem you as a gentleman who has honored my child in his love for her. If I have hurt you in these bitter words, forgive me; as my daughter's husband, we must be more than friends."
He held out his hand. The doctor took it, and holding it tightly in his, made answer somewhat confusedly, --
"Mr. Levice, I thank you. I can say no more now, except that no son could love and honor you more than I shall."
Levice bent his head, and turned to Ruth, who sat, without a movement, looking straight ahead of her.
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