"Which I inherit from you," said Kitty.  "Oh, I have lots of faults; I can be so cheeky when I like, and so naughty about rules, but somehow nothing, nothing ever frightens me, except the thought of going to Helen Dartmoor.  You see, father, dear, it would be so hopeless.  You cannot take the hope out of anybody's life and expect the person to do well, can you, father?  Do speak, father--can you?"