Her father's appeared a trifle less refined in its chiselling than it had been, and there was a look which did not please her in his eyes.

It suggested cupidity and cunning in place of intellectuality.
"Well," said Hallam, "you'll call on me at Vancouver anyway, and it's possible we may be some use to each other." The hint of a confidence or understanding between them which the man's tone conveyed irritated the girl, but she saw that her father did not resent it.

"Yes," he said.

"If I think I can benefit by your co-operation in any way I will not fail to let you know." Hallam went in, and Deringham leaned upon the verandah balustrade smoking tranquilly while the shadows that left the rolling mist behind crept higher and higher up the climbing pines until at last they touched and smeared into dimness the ethereal snow.

Then the girl rose with a shiver and turned towards her father as Horton lighted the big lantern at the door.