Janet, regarding him day after day in the light of her secret knowledge, gave herself up to an inward storm of anger and grief and anxiety.

Elfrida's name had been tacitly dropped between them, but to Janet's sensitiveness she was constantly and painfully to be reckoned with in their common life.

Lawrence Cardiff's moods were accountable to his daughter obviously by Elfrida's influence.

She noted bitterly that his old evenness of temper, the gay placidity that made so delightful a basis for their joint happiness, had absolutely disappeared.

Instead, she found her father either irritable or despondent, or inspired by a gaiety which she had no hand in producing, and which took no account of her.