"Goodbye-friend," she added gently.
For an instant Luke Claridge stared at her, scarce comprehending that his movements were being directed by any one save himself.

Truth was, Faith had come to her cross-roads in life.

For the first time in her memory she had seen her father speak to an Eglington without harshness; and, as he weakened for a moment, she moved to take command of that weakness, though she meant it to seem like leading.

While loving her and David profoundly, her father had ever been quietly imperious.

If she could but gain ascendency even in a little, it might lead to a more open book of life for them both.
Eglington held out his hand to the old man.