Randall had equal share with her father in an unknown baseness.

She hated him as he stood there so strong and handsome.

And she hated herself for having loved him.
At last he said with a smile: "Yes, That's just it." "What ?" She had forgotten the purport of her last remark.
"He was a bit too--well, not too pro-German--but too anti-English for me.

You have got hold of the wrong end of the stick all the time, Phyllis dear.

I'm no more pro-German than you are.