Though he had professed to disbelieve all this, and did disbelieve it at the bottom of his soul, his voice was hard and stern, his face was white and grim, and his eyes fixed Molly’s with the terrible keenness of their research.  Molly trembled all over; but she did not attempt to evade his penetration.  If she was silent for a moment, it was because she was rapidly reviewing her relation with regard to Cynthia in this matter.  It was but a moment’s pause of silence; but it seemed long minutes to one who was craving for a burst of indignant denial.  He had taken hold of her two arms just above her wrists, as she had first advanced towards him; he was unconscious of this action; but, as his impatience for her words grew upon him, he grasped her more and more tightly in his vice-like hands, till she made a little involuntary sound of pain.  And then he let go; and she looked at her soft bruised flesh, with tears gathering fast to her eyes to think that he, her father, should have hurt her so.  At the instant it appeared to her stranger that he should inflict bodily pain upon his child, than that he should have heard the truth—­even in an exaggerated form.  With a childish gesture she held out her arm to him; but if she expected pity, she received none.

‘Pooh!’ said he, as he just glanced at the mark, ’that is nothing—­ nothing.  Answer my question.  Have you—­have you met that man in private?’

‘Yes, papa, I have; but I don’t think it was wrong.’

He sate down now.  ‘Wrong!’ he echoed, bitterly.  ’Not ’wrong?  Well!  I must bear it somehow.  Your mother is dead.  That’s one comfort.  It is true, then, is it?  Why, I did not believe it—­not I. I laughed in my sleeve at their credulity; and I was the dupe all the time!’

’Papa, I cannot tell you all.  It is not my secret, or you should know it directly.  Indeed, you will be sorry some time—­I have never deceived you yet, have I?’ trying to take one of his hands; but he kept them tightly in his pockets, his eyes fixed on the pattern of the carpet before him.  ‘Papa!’ said she, pleading again, ’have I ever deceived you?’

’How can I tell?  I hear of this from the town’s talk.  I don’t know what next may come out!’

‘The town’s talk,’ said Molly in dismay.  ’What business is it of theirs?’

’Every one makes it their business to cast dirt on a girl’s name who has disregarded the commonest rules of modesty and propriety.’

’Papa, you are very hard.  “Disregarded modesty.”  I will tell you exactly what I have done.  I met Mr. Preston once,—­that evening when you put me down to walk over Croston Heath,—­and there was another person with him.  I met him a second time—­and that time by appointment—­nobody but our two selves,—­in the Towers’ Park.  That is all.  Papa, you must trust me.  I cannot explain more.  You must trust me indeed.’

He could not help relenting at her words; there was such truth in the tone in which they were spoken.  But he neither spoke nor stirred for a minute or two.  Then he raised his eyes to hers for the first time since she had acknowledged the external truth of what he charged her with.  Her face was very white, but it bore the impress of the final sincerity of death, when the true expression prevails without the poor disguises of time.