But with my hand in Dr. Sandford's, and those blue eyes
of his reading me, I could not keep back my thought.
"She ought to be her own mistress" — I said.
A brilliant flash of expression filled the blue eyes and
crossed his face. — I could hardly tell what, before it was
gone. Quick surprise — pleasure — amusement - agreement; the
first and the two last certainly; and the pleasure I could not
help fancying had lent its colour to that ray of light, which
had shot for one instant from those impenetrable eyes. He
spoke just as usual.
"But Daisy, have you studied this question?"
"I think, I have studied nothing else, Dr. Sandford!"
"You know the girl is not yours, but your father's."
"She isn't anybody's —" I said slowly, and with slow tears
gathering in my heart.
"How do you mean?" said he, with again the quiver of a smile
upon his lips.
"I mean," I said, struggling with my thoughts and myself, "I
mean, that nobody could have a right to her."
"Did not her parents belong to your father?"
"To my mother.
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