And this clear-visioned child had comprehended that only half the rogues were really ill.

But Enschede took them as they came, without question.

Charity for the ragtag and the bobtail of the Seven Seas, and none for his own flesh and blood.
This started a thought moving.

There must be something behind the missioner's actions, something of which the girl knew nothing nor suspected.

It would not be possible otherwise to live in daily contact with this level-eyed, lovely girl without loving her.
Something with iron resolve the father had kept hidden all these years in the lonely citadel of his heart.