He raised his eyes to hers with perfectly genuine admiration.

"You're a good girl, Nellie," he said, and, in a moment of parental forgetfulness, unconsciously advanced his lips towards her cheek.

But she drew back in time to recall him to a sense of that human weakness.
"I suppose I'll have time for a nap yet," she said, as a gentle hint to her embarrassed parent.

He nodded and turned towards the door.
"If I were you," she continued, repressing a yawn, "I'd manage to be seen on good terms with Low at the hotel; so perhaps you need not give the letter to him until the last thing.

Good-by." The sitting-room door opened and closed behind her as she slipped up-stairs, and her father, without the formality of leave-taking, quietly let himself out by the front door.
When he drove into the high road again, however, an overlooked possibility threatened for a moment to indefinitely postpone his amiable intentions regarding Low.