Wait until she rebels." "But women don't rebel against the people they love.

I don't have to tell you that, do I?
I never have to manoeuver the child, never have to coax or charm her to do what I want." He smiled at her across the table.
"You have great faith in those methods, haven't you ?" "They work, Vin." He nodded as if no one knew that better than he.
Soon after dinner he went up-stairs to write some letters.

She followed him about ten o'clock.

She came and leaned one hand on his shoulder and one on his desk.
"Still working ?" she said.

She had been aware of no desire to see what he was writing, but she was instantly aware that his blotting-paper had fallen across the sheet, that the sheet was not a piece of note-paper, but one of a large pad on which he had been apparently making notes.
Her diamond bracelet had slipped down her wrist and lay upon the blotting-paper; he slowly and carefully pushed it up her slim, round arm until it once more clung in place.
"I've nearly finished," he said; and to her ears there was some under sound of pain or of constraint in his tone.
A little later he strolled, still dressed, into her room.