I've seen no Miss Smith." Mrs.Fyne seemed satisfied--and not much concerned really.
Flora, relieved, got clear away to her room upstairs, and shutting her door quietly, dropped into a chair.

She was used to reproaches, abuse, to all sorts of wicked ill usage--short of actual beating on her body.
Otherwise inexplicable angers had cut and slashed and trampled down her youth without mercy--and mainly, it appeared, because she was the financier de Barral's daughter and also condemned to a degrading sort of poverty through the action of treacherous men who had turned upon her father in his hour of need.

And she thought with the tenderest possible affection of that upright figure buttoned up in a long frock-coat, soft- voiced and having but little to say to his girl.

She seemed to feel his hand closed round hers.

On his flying visits to Brighton he would always walk hand in hand with her.