Father's problem--He doesn't know he has one.

I must do as he wishes or I'll not be at all, so far as he is concerned." Another and longer silence; then Adelaide, after an uneasy, affectionate look at his serious profile, said: "I'm often ashamed of myself, Artie--about father; I don't _think_ I'm a hypocrite, for I do love him dearly.

Who could help it, when he is so indulgent and when even in his anger he's kind?
But you--Oh, Artie, even though you are less, much less, uncandid with him than I am, still isn't it more--more--less manly in you?
After all, I'm a woman and helpless; and, if I seriously offend him, what would become of me?
But you're a man.

The world was made for men; they can make their own way.

And it seems unworthy of you to be afraid to be yourself before _any_body.