She will fight him to the death in silence, and try to hoodwink me.

We will see, my lady! We will see!" "Now, Justine," softly said the renegade, "tell me all of the story of this strange father and daughter! Ram Lal has reconnoitered! We are safe! Both Hugh and his daughter are at home!" The reassured governess frankly opened her heart to her wary listener.
It was an hour before the recital was finished, and Miss Justine was gayly chatting over the impromptu breakfast, when the details of these last stormy days at Delhi were described.

"I cannot make it all out.

She is certainly his legitimate daughter.

He is crafty, covetous, miserly, and yet he lives in a scornful splendor here.