But she's my daughter, ain't she ?" "Yes.

But who's running this ?" Barney demanded.

Thank Heavens, Old Jimmie was one person he did not have to treat like a prima donna! "You are." "Then shut up, and let me run it!" "You might at least tell if you've decided how you're going to run it," persisted Old Jimmie.
"Will you shut up!" snapped Barney.
Old Jimmie said no more.

And having asserted his supremacy over at least one of the two, Barney relented and condescended to talk, lounging back in his chair with that self-conscious grace which had helped make him a figure of increasing note in the gayer restaurants of New York.
It did not enter into Barney's calculations, present or for the future, to make Maggie the mistress of any man.

Not that Barney was restrained by moral considerations.