She had been forbidden to see him again. It had come about by
Grace's confession to Howard as to Lily's visit to the Doyles. He
had not objected to that.
"Unless Doyle talks his rubbish to her," he said. "She said
something the other night that didn't sound like her. Was any one
else there?"
"An attorney named Akers," she said.
And at that Howard had scowled.
"She'd better keep away altogether," he observed, curtly. "She
oughtn't to meet men like that."
"Shall I tell her?"
"I'll tell her," he said. And tell her he did, not too tactfully,
and man-like shielding her by not telling her his reasons.
"He's not the sort of man I want you to know," he finished. "That
ought to be sufficient. Have you seen him since?"
Lily flushed, but she did not like to lie.
"I had tea with him one afternoon. I often have tea with men,
father. You know that."
"You knew I wouldn't approve, or you would have mentioned it."
Because he felt that he had been rather ruthless with her, he stopped
in at the jeweler's the next morning and sent her a tiny jeweled
watch. Lily was touched and repentant. She made up her mind not to
see Louis Akers again, and found a certain relief in the decision.
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