"Not much use waiting any longer, anyhow.

If Larry comes, we'll fix it with the Duchess to meet him tomorrow." "Then so-long, Maggie," Barney flung at her, and that swagger ex-jockey, gambler, and clever manipulator of the confidence of people with money, slashed aside the shabby burlap curtains with his wisp of a bamboo walking-stick, and strode out of the room.
"Good-night, daughter," and Old Jimmie crossed and kissed her.

She kissed him back--a perfunctory kiss.

Maggie had never paused to think the matter out, but for some reason she felt little real affection for her father, though of course she admired his astuteness.

Perhaps her unconscious lack of love was due in part to the fact that she had never lived with him.