I leave her--in possession." She turned to go to the stairs, then abruptly checked herself, stepped up to her father, put her hands on his shoulders and kissed him.

The anger had gone out of her eyes.

"Good-bye, Dad! Think of me sometimes!" she said.
And with that she was gone, passing Preston by as though she saw him not, and ascending the stairs quickly, but wholly without agitation.

They heard her firm, light tread along the corridor above.

Then with a hunch of the shoulders the squire turned and unlocked the boudoir door.
Mrs.Ingleton burst forth in a fury.