"He has always appreciated you," she said courageously, "and I know he will see it in the right light." She probably meant no more than to affirm her faith in her own ability finally to bring her father to a just mind concerning it; but Burnamy accepted her assurance with buoyant hopefulness, and said he would see General Triscoe the first thing in the morning.
"No, I will see him," she said, "I wish to see him first; he will expect it of me.

We had better go in, now," she added, but neither made any motion for the present to do so.

On the contrary, they walked in the other direction, and it was an hour after Agatha declared their duty in the matter before they tried to fulfil it.
Then, indeed, after they returned to the hotel, she lost no time in going to her father beyond that which must be given to a long hand-pressure under the fresco of the five poets on the stairs landing, where her ways and Burnamy's parted.

She went into her own room, and softly opened the door into her father's and listened.
"Well ?" he said in a sort of challenging voice.
"Have you been asleep ?" she asked.
"I've just blown out my light.

What has kept you ?" She did not reply categorically.