"Yes, yes," he said.
"I don't think Bianca likes her coming here." Mr.Stone passed his hand across his brow.
"Forgive me for reading to you, my dear," he said; "it's a great relief to me at times." Cecilia went close to him, and refrained with difficulty from taking up the tasselled cord.
"Of course, dear," she said: "I quite understand that." Mr.Stone looked full in her face, and before a gaze which seemed to go through her and see things the other side, Cecilia dropped her eyes.
"It is strange," he said, "how you came to be my daughter!" To Cecilia, too, this had often seemed a problem.
"There is a great deal in atavism," said Mr.Stone, "that we know nothing of at present." Cecilia cried with heat, "I do wish you would attend a minute, Father; it's really an important matter," and she turned towards the window, tears being very near her eyes.
The voice of Mr.Stone said humbly: "I will try, my dear." But Cecilia thought: 'I must give him a good lesson.

He really is too self-absorbed'; and she did not move, conveying by the posture of her shoulders how gravely she was vexed.
She could see nursemaids wheeling babies towards the Gardens, and noted their faces gazing, not at the babies, but, uppishly, at other nursemaids, or, with a sort of cautious longing, at men who passed.

How selfish they looked! She felt a little glow of satisfaction that she was making this thin and bent old man behind her conscious of his egoism.
'He will know better another time,' she thought.

Suddenly she heard a whistling, squeaking sound--it was Mr.Stone whispering the third page of his manuscript: "'-- -animated by some admirable sentiments, but whose doctrines--riddled by the fact that life is but the change of form to form--were too constricted for the evils they designed to remedy; this little sect, who had as yet to learn the meaning of universal love, were making the most strenuous efforts, in advance of the community at large, to understand themselves.

The necessary, movement which they voiced--reaction against the high-tide of the fratricidal system then prevailing--was young, and had the freshness and honesty of youth....'" Without a word Cecilia turned round and hurried to the door.