"I ought to have gone this afternoon, but Papa let me stay till the evening." "You will help ?" she added, fixing on Joan her great, grave eyes.
Joan promised, and the child went out.

She looked pretty when she smiled.

She closed the door behind her noiselessly.
It occurred to Joan that she would like to talk matters over with Greyson.

There was "Clorinda's" attitude to be decided upon; and she was interested to know what view he himself would take.

Of course he would be on P---'s side.