There had been a few bitter queries from the half-distracted girl which showed, even to her stern old father, that his position was becoming untenable.
"Damn it! I must either talk or send her away," he growled when left alone.

"I've half a mind to telegraph Douglas Fraser to come here and convoy this foolish young minx home to Europe.

She may grow to be a silent rebel like her mother." His scowl darkened.

"And yet, where to send her?
I ought to go with them.

Can I trust the Delandes to find a safe place to keep her till I come ?" He was all unaware that his daughter Nadine was now a woman like her bolder sisters of society, but it was true.