That was the real pain.

Janet was keenly distressed at the little drama of suffering that unfolded itself daily before her, but her disapproval of its cause very much blunted her sense of its seriousness.
She had, besides, a grown-up daughter's repulsion and impatience for a parental love-affair, and it is doubtful whether she would have brought her father's to a happy conclusion without a very severe struggle if she had possessed the power to do it.

But this exclusion gave her a keener pang; she had shared so much with him before, had been so important to him always.

And now he could propose, with perfect equanimity that she should go to America with the Halifaxes.
"But you could not get away by the twenty-first," she returned, trying to take it for granted that the idea included him.
"Oh, I don't propose going," Mr.Cardiff returned from behind his newspaper.
"But, daddy, they intend to be away for a year." "About that.

Lady Halifax has arranged a capital itinerary.
They mean to come back by India." "And pray what would become of you all by yourself for a year, sir ?" asked Janet brightly.