R E G E N C Y E R A | M R. D I X O N + B E T H G R E E N E
"Beth, are you out of your senses? I thought you hated the man." "No, Papa," she replied, her hands twisting together. "Have you no other objection than your belief in my indifference?"
"None at all. We all know him to be a quiet, unpleasant sort of fellow, but this would be nothing if you really liked him." Dr. Greene leaned back in his chair, gazing up at his young daughter.
"I do like him - I love him," she replied, her voice breaking in its earnest. Dr. Greene met her gaze in surprise. "I was entirely wrong about him. We misjudged him, Papa, me more than anyone. He’s been a fool about so many things, but then so have I…"