An irrational sense of loss was flooding every other feeling about v.v.
She turned on the old floor, with the sound of her own strengthening voice, and came again face to face with the man, v.v.
How could she possibly have, no matter what Mr. v.v. thought, with his exaggerated sympathies for the poor?
Why, he meditated, had v.v. stayed on in Europe so much longer than she need have done?
But how could she possibly talk to v.v. without the ultimate disloyalty to papa?