The only place Daisy could be sure would not be invaded before that, was the place she chose; she took off the cover of his box of shaving soap and with some trouble squeezed the note in so that it would lie safely hid; then put on the cover and put the box in its place, and went away with light hands and a heavy heart.
Heavy, that is, with a burden of doubt mingled with fear.

Would Mr.
Randolph be angry?
Daisy could not feel sure that that would not be the consequence of her proceeding.

Perhaps he would be very much displeased, and think it very disrespectful and improper that his little daughter should take so much upon herself.

Daisy knew quite well all that.

But who else in the world would take the responsibility if she did not?
No one; and Daisy with all her fear did not once think of going to get her note away again before it should be read.