Her new name was so unfamiliar that she hesitated before answering: "Come in."
The door opened, and there on the threshold stood her father! His face was white, his eyes morose and sunken, his whole air so formidable that in the first shock of recognition Phyllis could do no more than stare at him in terror.
"May I enter?" he asked, in that deeper intonation of his which he never used except under some special stress. As he spoke he looked about sharply, and with a bristling hostility as though expecting to discover a second occupant of the room.
"Mr. Adair isn’t here," she said, answering the silent question. "I am all alone, Papa."
She would have kissed him, but he brushed past her to a chair, and seated himself heavily, laying his silk hat and his gloves on the floor beside him. Thus stalwartly in possession of the chamber, he appeared more formidable than ever, and the deliberate gaze he bent on Phyllis was masterful and menacing.
"So you’ve gone and thrown away your life," he said at last. "Forgive me, my dear, if I am not able to congratulate you upon it."
"I married Mr. Adair this morning, if that’s what you mean." She hardly knew how to say more without adding to her offense. Her father was bound to put her in the wrong whatever reply she made. A terrible hopelessness weighed her down, and crushed the unspoken appeal on her lips.
"Thrown away like that," he repeated, with a gesture. "You, who had everything; you, with beauty, position, money, brains--my God, the folly of it--the cruel, wicked, heartless folly of it!"
"Don’t, Papa!" she pleaded. "It’s done, and so what’s the good of wounding me now?"
"Done!" he cried out bitterly. "That depends on what you mean by the word. I will call it done in six months when you will leave him for good, and he will name his price for a divorce. That’s the way adventurers marry money nowadays. They enjoy the girl till they are tired of her, and then sell!"
Phyllis struggled to keep her composure under the affront. "You are very unjust," she returned in a low voice that trembled in spite of herself. "You are determined to think the worst of him, and make it impossible for us ever to be friends. But you are wrong, Papa. He’s not an adventurer, nor anything like it. Surely I ought to know better than you, and if I have been willing to love him, and marry him--"
