Before Alan could summon his scattered wits , Lynde glided in with a white , appealing face . Wordlessly she grasped Alan 's arm , drew him out , and shut the door . `` Oh , I 've been watching for you , '' she said breathlessly . `` I was afraid you might come tonight -- but I missed you . '' `` But your father ? '' said Alan in amazement . `` How have I angered him ? '' `` Hush . Come into the garden . I will explain there . '' He followed her into the little enclosure where the red and white roses were now in full blow . `` Father is n't angry with you , '' said Lynde in a low shamed voice . `` It 's just -- he takes strange moods sometimes . Then he seems to hate us all -- even me -- and he is like that for days . He seems to suspect and dread everybody as if they were plotting against him . You -- perhaps you think he has been drinking ? No , that is not the trouble . These terrible moods come on without any cause that we know of . Even Mother could not do anything with him when he was like that . You must go away now -- and do not come back until his dark mood has passed .
He will be just as glad to see you as ever then , and this will not make any difference XXXXX him .
Before Father Lynde for in into like to until with