You love her.

You don't understand why I couldn't play as big a part as your father--I couldn't.

He was always odd--masterful and odd, and I never could do just as he liked." There was yearning sadness in her eyes.

"Dear Carnac, John Grier is a whirlwind, but he's also a still pool in which currents are secretly twisting, turning.

His imagination, his power is enormous; but he's Oriental, a barbarian." "You mean he might have had twenty wives ?" "He might have had twenty, and he'd have been the same to all of them, because they play no part, except to make his home a place where his body can live.