Once in two months, perhaps." "I suppose you are not what is called a good daughter ?" Constance found the remark rather embarrassing, for it hit a truth of which she had been uneasily aware.
"Father and I have not much in common," she replied.

"I respect him, and I hope he isn't quite without some such feeling for me.

But we go such different ways." "Does he believe what he pretends to ?" "He has never made any pretences at all, Lady Ogram.

That's his character, and I try to think that it's mine too." "Well, well," exclaimed the old lady, "I suppose you're not going to quarrel with me because I ask a simple question?
You have a touchy temper, you know.

If I had had a temper like yours, I should have very few friends at my age." Constance averted her eyes, and said gravely: "I try to correct myself by your example." "You might do worse.