Without a word or look he went into the little bedroom off the kitchen and shut the door with a slam of righteous indignation . But from its window he stealthily watched his visitors go away . Just as they entered on the maple path Mr. Leonard laid his hand on Felix 's head and looked down at him . Instantly the boy flung his arm up over the old man 's shoulder and smiled at him . In the look they exchanged there was boundless love and trust -- ay , and good-fellowship . Old Abel 's scornful eyes again held the golden flash . `` How those two love each other ! '' he muttered enviously . `` And how they torture each other ! '' Mr. Leonard went to his study to pray when he got home . He knew that Felix had run for comforting to Janet Andrews , the little , thin , sweet-faced , rigid-lipped woman who kept house for them . Mr. Leonard knew that Janet would disapprove of his action as deeply as old Abel had done . She would say nothing , she would only look at him with reproachful eyes over the teacups at suppertime . But Mr. Leonard believed he had done what was best and his conscience did not trouble him , though his heart did . Thirteen years before this , his daughter Margaret had almost broken that heart by marrying a man of whom he could not approve . Martin Moore was a professional violinist . He was a popular performer , though not in any sense a great one . He met the slim , golden-haired daughter of the manse at the house of a college friend she was visiting in Toronto , and fell straightway in love with her . Margaret had loved him with all her virginal heart in return , and married him , despite her father 's disapproval . It was not to Martin Moore 's profession that Mr. Leonard objected , but to the man himself .
He knew that the violinist 's past life had not been such as became a suitor for Margaret Leonard ; and his insight into character warned him that Martin XXXXX could never make any woman lastingly happy .
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