Then let discovery come on; it should find him steeled.
Meanwhile, Phoebe must have a servant, and not any mere slip of a girl, but some one who would be a companion and comfort.

He began to talk of it, eagerly, only to find that Phoebe took but a languid interest in the idea.
She could think of no one--wanted no one, but Daisy.

Again his secret ill-humour waxed and justified itself.

It was unreasonable and selfish that she should not be able to think for herself and the child better; after all, he was slaving for her as much as for himself.
Meanwhile, Carrie sat very silent beside her father, observing him, and every now and then applying her pink lips to some morsel he held out to her on his fork.

He had kissed her, and tossed her, and she was now sitting in his pocket.