Quietly, Sheila was taking control of their movements, and indeed of her own daily life.

The girl had a dominating skill which came in part from herself, and also to a degree from her father; but her disposition was not her father's-it was her mother's.
Mrs.Llyn had never known Sheila to lie or twist the truth in all her days.

No one was more obedient to wise argument; and her mother had a feeling that now, perhaps, the time had come when they two must have a struggle for mastery.

There was every reason why they should not go to Dublin.

There Sheila might discover that Erris Boyne was her father, and might learn the story of her mother's life.
Sheila had been told by her mother that her father had passed away abroad when she was a little child.