Was she always to be a disturber of his peace?
Was she always to thwart him like this?
"Judy," he said in a loud voice.
The closed eyelids sprang open, the mist of sleep and forgetfulness cleared from the dark eyes, and she sprang up, a look of absolute horror on her face.
"What are you doing here, may I ask ?" he said, very coldly.
The scarlet colour flooded her cheeks, her very brow, and then dropped down again, leaving her white to the lips, but she made no answer.
"You have run away from school, I suppose ?" he continued, in the same unemotional voice.

"Have you anything to say ?" Judy did not speak or move, she only watched his face with parted lips.
"Have you anything to say for yourself, Helen ?" he repeated.
"No, Father," she said.
Her face had a worn, strained look that might have touched him at another time, but he was too angry to notice.
"No excuse or reason at all ?" "No, Father." He moved toward the opening.

"A train goes in an hour and a half, you will come straight back with me this moment," he said, in an even voice.

"I shall take precautions to have you watched at school since you cannot be trusted.

You will not return home for the Christmas holidays, and probably not for those of the following June." It was as bad as a sentence of death.