Elfrida was always agreeable to her father.

So far as she thought of it she was appreciatively fond of him, but the relation pleased her, it was one that could be so charmingly sustained.

For already out of the other world she walked in--the world of strange kinships and insights and recognitions, where she saw truth afar off and worshipped, and as often met falsehood in the way and turned raptly to follow--the girl had drawn a vague and many-shaped idea of artistic living which embraced the filial attitude among others less explicable.

It gave her pleasure to do certain things in certain ways.

She stood and sat and spoke, and even thought, at times, with a subtle approval and enjoyment of her manner of doing it.