"
"You will do what I tell you to do," her father returned with
admirable self-command.
"Not when you tell me to do a crime," flashed Leam.
Mr. Dundas smiled. "Your words are a trifle strong," he said.
"It is a crime," she reiterated. "But if you have forgotten mamma, and
want to affront her now that she cannot defend herself, I have not,
and never will."
Mr. Dundas smiled again. If he was so happy that he could afford to
be tender to the past, so also could he afford to be patient with
the present. "Foolish child!" he said compassionately: "you do not
understand things yet."
"I understand that I love mamma, and will not have this wicked woman
in her place," said Leam hotly.
"I think you will," he answered, playing with his watch-guard. "And in
the future, my little daughter, you will thank me."
"Thank you? For what?" asked Leam. "You made mamma miserable when she
lived: you and your madame helped to kill her, and now you put this
woman in her place! Papa, I wonder Saint Jago lets you live."
"As Saint Jago is kind enough to leave me in peace, perhaps you
will follow his example.
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