It is because these people are my inferiors that I can afford to be perfectly natural with them.

As for their presuming on it, you needn't fear! I know how to take care of that!" "A little more reserve," murmured her father.
Colina paused and looked at him levelly.

"Dad, what a fool you are about me!" she said coolly.
"Colina!" he cried again, and pounded the table.
She met his indignant glance squarely.
"I mean it," she said.

"I'm your daughter, am I not ?--and mother's?
You must know yourself by this time; you must have known mother--you ought to understand me a little but you won't try--you're clever enough in everything else! You've made up an idea for yourself of what a daughter ought to be, and you're always trying to make me fit it!" Gaviller scarcely listened to this.

"I'll have to bring in a chaperon for you!" he cried.
"Oh, Lord!" groaned Colina.