They were coming to trust him.
"The difficulty I have always been up against," explained her father, "has been their suspicion.

'What's the cunning old rascal up to now?
What's his little game ?' That is always what I have felt they were thinking to themselves whenever I have wanted to do anything for them.

It isn't anything he says to them.

It seems to be just he, himself." He sketched out their plans to her.

It seemed to be all going in at one ear and out at the other.