And somehow he reminded her at that moment more of his father
than he had ever done.
He did not speak as they danced, but she knew that he was fairly
confident of her answer being a favourable one, and she tried to think
that the waltz was never going to end.
But it did end, and she found herself near the window leading to the
balcony where she had talked with his father early in the evening.
"Brigit----" he whispered gently, looking out into the darkness.
And then she heard herself answer: "Yes, Theo. But--ask your father what
he and I have decided."
"Ask papa!"
"Yes. He knows what we are going to do, and he will tell you."
Without a word he left her and she stepped out on the balcony. Leaning
against the parapet she stared down into the empty street, wondering
what Joyselle would say. She had not intended to put the responsibility
of the future on him; she had said the words almost unconsciously, but
they were said. And he, when he came?
Would the horrible courage she had felt in him prevail to the extent of
allowing him to give her to his son? Or would he refuse to settle
things? Or would he, worst of all, announce his departure for America!
He was so many men, each of whom were so strong and so individual, that
she could not know what he would say.
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