He was seeking a responsible eye.

Josephine was the only one who had any feeling for him.
"No, we won't stay long, Mr.Bricknell," she said gravely.
"Good night, Dad," said Jim, as his father left the room.
Josephine went to the window.

She had rather a stiff, _poupee_ walk.
"How is the night ?" she said, as if to change the whole feeling in the room.

She pushed back the thick grey-silk curtains.

"Why ?" she exclaimed.