"
"Kindly! I will never speak any other way but kindly to you,
daughter. Come! I will not have any more tears — you have shed
enough for to-day, I am sure; lift up your face, and I will
kiss them away. What was the matter with you, my child?"
But he had to wait a little while for an answer.
"What was it, Ellen?"
"One thing," said Ellen, "I was sorry for what I had said to
you, Sir, just before I went out."
"What was that? I do not remember anything that deserved to be
a cause of grief."
"I told you, Sir, when I wanted you to let me go to church,
that I hadn't seen Edinburgh yet."
"Well?"
"Well, Sir, that wasn't being quite true; and I was very sorry
for it."
"Not true? Yes, it was; what do you mean? you had _not_ seen
Edinburgh."
"No, Sir; but I mean — _that_ was true; but I said it to make
you believe what wasn't true."
"How?"
"I meant you to think, Sir, that that was the reason why I
wanted to go to church — to see the city and the new sights;
and it wasn't at all."
"What was it then?"
Ellen hesitated.
"I always love to go, Sir; and, besides, I believe I wanted to
be alone."
"And you were not, after all," said Mr. Lindsay, again
pressing her cheek to his, "for I followed you there. But,
Ellen, my child, you were troubled without reason; you had
said nothing that was false."
"Ah, Sir, but I had made you believe what was false.
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