Without another word the two left the house and walked slowly down the lane leading to the road.  Presently Lois stopped and turned to her companion.

“I am almost heartbroken over what my father has done,” she began.  “I have stood by him, and have tried to shield him all I could, but what is the use of doing so any longer?”

“Could you not speak to him, and induce him to change his mind?” Jasper asked.

“I can do nothing.  He has even turned against me.  He believes that I am his enemy, and that I know more about the affairs of the new company than I am willing to tell him.  He is becoming more unbearable every day.  Only last night he told me that I could leave him whenever I wanted to as he could get along better without me.  He said that he did not want a traitor in his house.  Oh, it is terrible!  I cannot understand what has come over him.  He was always hard and unsympathetic, but never like this.”

“And will you go?” Jasper enquired.

“At first I thought I would.  But after thinking it all over very carefully I have decided to remain with him.  He needs me now more than ever.  You have no idea what a helpless man he is.  I shudder to think what would become of him should I leave him at the present time.”

“But it might teach him a lesson if you should leave him for a while,” Jasper urged.  “It is not right that your life should be made so miserable.”

He was looking into her downcast face as he said this.  Her hands were clasped before her, and how he longed to seize them in his, and tell her all that was in his heart; how he would look after her and bestow upon her that love which her father denied her.

“I must not forsake him,” was her low reply.  “He is my father, and I must remain by his side.  I promised my mother that I would.  We shall leave for the city next week, and I dread the thought of going.”

“But you will be able to forget much of your trouble there, will you not?  Your social life will be so different, and——­”

“Don’t speak of such a thing,” she interrupted.  “You little realise how I despise so many of the social gatherings held there.  What do they amount to?  What good do they do?  I enjoy amusements, but I think people should not make them the sole object in life.  But that seems to me to be just what so many do.  I want to be of some use in the world, and I believe the best way to be happy is to help others.”

They were walking slowly along as Lois uttered these words.  She spoke deliberately as if she had considered them carefully, and was not speaking under the influence of the moment.

“You are right, Miss Sinclair,” Jasper replied.  “I, too, have come to realise that he who thinks only of self finds unhappiness, while he who forgets self in seeking to help and uplift others will find the greatest joy.”

The tone of certainty in his voice caused Lois to glance up into his face.  She liked his words, especially as she felt they were real.