Hoping to avoid further examination, the girl tried to rise to her feet, but the questioner's hand pressed her back.
"Don't ask me," she entreated. "I'm better now."
She tried to smile, but the sweet lips trembled. Young hadn't seen her so stirred in all the years of her residence in his house. He'd been able to hold his love in check while he saw her happy and content, but her present pitiful state broke down the barriers he'd erected and hardly conscious of the change in his attitude, he kissed her.
Tess drew away sharply. The strange new quality in his caress aroused an answering thrill the length of her body. In that moment she discovered how deeply she loved Deforrest Young.
"Don't ... don't kiss me! Never, never kiss me again."
What was it she had said? The man felt his heart contract with a shooting pain.
"Why, child, I've kissed you since you were a little girl.... Why shouldn't I?"
"I don't know, I don't know," she faltered. "Somehow it's different, now."
Something in her tones, some dejection in the bowed head brought the man's hand from the shrouding curls. His heart began to live again, to come forth from beneath his stern will and make known its own desire.
"Tess," his voice tense with emotion, "will you marry me?... Will you, Tess?"
The girl got to her feet, swaying. Marry him? Her fingers twisted together as her eyes dropped before the expression of his. He, too, was on his feet, holding out his arms.
"I'd ... marry you," she confessed haltingly, "but I can't."
"Is it Boy?" demanded Young. "Why, child, don't you know I love him almost as if he were my own?"
"I can't," wailed Tess, again. "How I wish I could!"
"You saw some one today, didn't you, Tessibel?"
She nodded affirmatively, but volunteered nothing further.
"I must know," cried the man. "Don't you see, child, you've just told me--Tess, look at me."
The drooping lids raised slowly.
"Tess, when you said you desired to marry me, did you mean--oh, you meant you love me, child dear, didn't you?"
"Yes," she breathed.
"Then, can't you see your love for me and mine for you makes it necessary I should know everything? Some one today--tell me, dear."
"Waldstricker came down--" Tess paused, but trembled on. "I was talking to--"
"Who?" ejaculated Young, fiercely. "Who?"
"The baby's father."
Shocked by her unexpected answer, he dropped into his chair and covered his face with his hands.
"Don't feel that way," she whispered. "Listen, I'll tell you about it.... Boy ran to the rocks with Pete, and I went after him. I found him there with--with--"