"A glass of champagne." She looked at him like his head had floated off on a string. "What is that even supposed to mean?" She looked around at them.

"He meant every word of it. And ... I haven't forgotten everything. We've got a lot to sort through, Father and I. No doubt about it. But should I just sit and hate my own father? Or should I work with him to make sure that he's the man he could be, instead of falling prey to his worst instincts?

Fighting him his pointless, but maybe I can help him. I know Mr. Crane's spoken to him about the way he treated me. Maybe he understands that now. The mistake he made."