said Chloë, "is that you're so dreadfully behind the times. You're still living under Queen Victoria, in the dear absurd old days when children were supposed to love and respect their parents because they were their parents. Could anything be more fantastic? What a reason for loving anybody—that he conspired to bring one into the world! You are, of course, to me, as a modern daughter, nothing but an elderly man in whose house I happen to have been brought up. Had you treated me nicely I dare say I might like you well enough; but since you have always behaved odiously towards me and since I apprehend that you are likely seriously to diminish my future income, I see no reason why I shouldn't act towards you as I should towards any other person whom I detest and fear. So what do I do? Why, I give you a dose and lock you up in Bisham's study. Then
