"This cannot be! No father would...not loving us as dear papa does! To be quiet! to sit and be gay! to flaunt at a fete! Oh, mercy! mercy! Tell me--he left us quite well--no one could have guessed.

I remember he looked at me from the carriage window.

Tell me--it must be some moral shock--what do you attribute it to?
Wilfrid cannot be the guilty one.

We have been only too compliant to papa's wishes about that woman.

Tell me what you think it can be!" A voice said, "Money!" Which of the sisters had spoken Adela did not know.