He sat in a contented silence, feeding his eyes upon her, as the soft breath rose and fell.

And as he did so, his temper softened and warmed toward Beatty's mother.
A little later he found Daphne in her room, already dressed for dinner.
He approached her uneasily.
"How tired you look, Daphne! What have you been doing to yourself ?" Daphne stiffly pointed out that she had been standing over the workmen all day, there being no one else to stand over them, and of course she was tired.

Her manner would have provoked him but for the visiting of an inward compunction.

Instead of showing annoyance he bent down and kissed her.
"I'll stay and help to-morrow, if you want me, though you know I'm no good.

I say, how much more are you going to do to the house ?" Daphne looked at him coldly.