I knew how the times were changing, and I was weak enough to be afraid I might do you an injustice.

I did give you the chance of making friends among better people than your father.

Didn't I use to talk to you about your school friends, and encourage you when they seemed of the right kind?
And now you tell me that they don't care for your society because you live in a decent, unpretending way.

I should think you're better without such friends.' Nancy reflected, seemed about to prolong the argument, but spoke at length in another voice.
'Well, I will say good-night, father.' It was not usual for them to see each other after dinner, so that a good-night could seldom be exchanged.

The girl, drawing away, expected a response; she saw her father nod, but he said nothing.
'Good-night, father,' she repeated from a distance.
'Good-night, Nancy, good-night,' came in impatient reply..