'Oh, yes!' Daisy put out her hand.
They all three looked at her, and the women noticed the elegance of her simple dress. She was no longer the merry girl they had known, but a tall, dignified woman, and her great blue eyes were very grave. They were rather afraid of her; but Mrs Griffith made an effort to be cordial and at the same time familiar.
'Fancy you being a real lady!' she said.
Daisy smiled again.
'Where's father?' she asked.
'In the next room.' They moved towards the door and entered. Old Griffith rose as he saw his daughter, but he did not come towards her. She looked at him a moment, then turned to the others.
'Please leave me alone with father for a few minutes.'
They did not want to, knowing that their presence would restrain him; but Daisy looked at them so firmly that they were obliged to obey. She closed the door behind them.
'Father!' she said, turning towards him.
'They made me write the letter,' he said hoarsely.