"Do you love your father more than anything else in all the whole world?" Ermengarde's mouth fell open a little. She knew that it would be far from behaving like a respectable child at a select seminary to say that it had never occurred to you that you love your father, that you would do anything desperate to avoid being left alone in his society for ten minutes. She was, indeed, greatly embarrassed. "I--I scarcely ever see him," she stammered. "He is always in the library--reading things." "I love mine more than all the world ten times over," Sara said. "That is what my pain is. He has gone away."