Besides, she and Lister had qualities he had not.

They were marked by something ascetic, or perhaps he meant Spartan, and if it were worth while, could go without much that he required.
Cartwright admitted that indulgence had cost him dear.

He had paid with grim philosophy, but he did not want Barbara to pay.

Although she was not his daughter, he loved the girl, and her recent moodiness bothered him.

If she did not love Lister, why was she disturbed?
Sometimes Cartwright thought he saw a gleam of light.