However much he may dislike me, he has at least common-sense." She looked at him with a touch of the old horror in her coldly-questioning eyes.
"In your way you have been kind to me," she admitted.

"Let me in return give you a word of advice.

Let me beg you to have nothing whatever to do with my father, in friendship or in enmity.

Either might be equally disastrous.

Either, in the long run, is likely to cost you dear." "If that is your opinion of your father, why do you live with him ?" he asked.
She had become entirely callous again.