If he'd thought about it, I'm sure he'd have had me stay in London.

Now that I am here, though, I am simply a prisoner." Granet resumed his seat and lit the cigarette which she insisted upon his smoking.
"Well," he observed, "it does seem hard upon you, Miss Worth.

On the other hand, it really is rather interesting, isn't it, to think that your father is such a man of mysteries ?" The girl sighed.
"I suppose so," she admitted, "but then, you see, father is almost brutal about taking any one into his confidence.

He never tells even me a thing, or encourages me to ask a question.

I think for that reason I have grown rather to resent his work and the ridiculous restriction he places upon my freedom because of it." A parlourmaid entered with tea, a few minutes later, and Granet moved to his hostess' side upon the sofa.