She lifted her head and looked at him with a forced smile.

It always seemed to her that he understood her better than anyone in the family, though he did not say much about her.

Being the youngest, she was her father's favorite, and she fancied that his love gave him insight.

When now her glance met his blue kindly eyes looking intently at her, it seemed to her that he saw right through her, and understood all that was not good that was passing within her.

Reddening, she stretched out towards him expecting a kiss, but he only patted her hair and said: "These stupid chignons! There's no getting at the real daughter.