He looked to see what redeeming feature he could find on his side. None. He had never felt so little as he now did.
CHAPTER VIII.
An Unpleasant Visit.
hen Adèle came back from shutting the door after Frank, her father looked at her with a hard, scrutinizing gaze, but did not say a word.
It was just like him. He very rarely spoke when he was angry; he would mope about for whole days, his face covered with innumerable wrinkles.
This anger on her father's part did not pain Adèle so much as it had formerly done. Her heart revolted at the thought of being always made to bend under her father's stern will.