Were they alike? Tristan had never looked at it that way, but now that he did, it did explain a lot. Like why he was feeling like his father when talking to Pippa - except his father had never lost his temper. When Tristan was Pippa's age, he had thought he knew what was right for him and had hated his father for steering him away from what he now understood to be a road to destitution and misery. In the same way, he had labored to keep Pippa from decisions that would ruin her life, but the girl was headstrong and would get angry. They could both feel passionately about matters. But her wellbeing had been his object throughout it all, and now that he was about to lose her... it really did feel like he was losing his daughter.

There was little comfort in her idea of staying in England. How could the association continue? "There is time to figure those things out," he comforted. "You have enough information to process as it is. Though we shall have to think of a narrative soon. For now, let's make sure you get all the facts. Miss Zimmermann should be able to tell you how it stands with your family fortune and who of your old circle can be trusted with the truth."