At sight of Elizabeth she broke out into complaints of her father's unkindness, mixed presently, to Elizabeth's dismay, with jealousy of her father's secretary.
'I don't know why father didn't let me help him with his packing, and it's I who should have been left in charge! I'm his eldest daughter--it is natural that I should be.

I can tell you it's very hard--to see somebody--who's not a relation--doing--doing everything for him!--so that he won't let anybody else advise him--or do anything! It is very--very--wounding for us all.

Pamela feels it--I know she does--and Desmond too.' Elizabeth, very white and distressed, knelt down by her and tried to calm her.

But the flood of angry self-pity could not be stayed.
'Oh, I daresay you don't mean it, but you have--yes, you have a way of getting everybody's attention.

Of course you're awfully clever--much cleverer than I am--or Pamela.