When it was lifted up, she sought out an envelope rather hurriedly, directed it, folded and put in her note, and sealed it.
Daisy shut her desk then, and with a manner not quite as calm and careless as usual, went to her father's dressing table and stood considering where she should put the note.

Under the cushion, it might be seen first by a servant, and then delivered to Mr.Randolph in the midst of company.

Under his dressing-box, the same fate threatened it.
Daisy peered about, and thought, and trembled for several minutes.

She had a fancy that she did not want him to get it before the next morning, when he would be quietly dressing here alone.

He would certainly be opening his dressing-box before that.