fibre enough in character to face certain questions, decide them, and then act resolutely on definite lines of conduct.  I have now given you my views, not as to a little child, but as to a mature woman of twenty.  Jesting apart, you are old enough, Marian, to think for yourself, and decide whether you will be conventional or not.  The probabilities are that you will follow the traditions of your past in a very ladylike way.  That is the common law.  You are too well-bred and refined to do anything that society would condemn.”

“You are not encouraging, papa.”

“Nor am I discouraging.  If you have within you the force to break from your traditions and stop drifting, you will make the fact evident.  If you haven’t it would be useless for me to attempt to drag, drive, or coax you out of old ways.  I am too busy a man to attempt the useless.  But until you tell me your present mental attitude, and what has led to it, we are talking somewhat at random.  I have merely aimed to give you the benefit of some experience.”

“Perhaps you are taking the right course; I rather think you are.  Perhaps I prove what a child I am still, because I feel that I should like to have you treat me more as you did when I was learning to walk.  Then you stretched out your hands, and sustained me, and showed me step by step.  Papa, if this is a mood, and I go back to my old, shallow life, with its motives, its petty and unworthy triumphs, I shall despise myself, and ever have the humiliating consciousness that I am doing what is contemptible.  No matter how one obtains the knowledge of a truth or a secret, that knowledge exists, remains, and one can’t be the same afterwards.  It makes my cheeks tingle that I obtained my knowledge as I did.  It came like a broad glare of garish light, in which I saw myself;” and she told him the circumstances.

He burst into a hearty laugh, and remarked, “Pat did put the ethics of the thing strongly.”

“He made ‘the thing,’ as you call it, odious then and forever.  I’ve been writhing in self-contempt ever since.  When to be conventional is to be like a kitchen-maid, and worse, do you wonder at my revolt from the past?”

“Others won’t see it in that light, my dear.”

“What does it matter how others see it?  I have my own life to live, to make or mar.  How can I go on hereafter amusing myself in what now seems a vulgar, base, unwomanly way?  It was a coarse, rude hand that awakened me, papa, but I am awake.  Since I have met you I have had another humiliation.  As I said, I am not even acquainted with you.  I have never shown any genuine interest in that which makes your life, and you have no more thought of revealing yourself and your work to me than to a child.”