My father never did a kind action in his life for its own sake.

He never befriended any one for any other motive than that some day or other he meant to exact some return for it.

Your time hasn't come yet, but there will be something some day which will help you to understand." Virginia sat upright in her seat.

A very becoming touch of colour had stolen into her cheeks, and her eyes were bright.
"I like to talk to you, Stella," she said, "because you are my cousin, and none of these other people are even my friends yet, but I cannot listen to you if you talk like this of the man who has been so kind to me, especially," she added, "as he is your father and my uncle." Stella leaned over and patted her hand patronizingly.
"Silly little girl!" she said.

"Never mind, we shall be friends some day, I dare say.