His daughter seemed to have a better intuitive grasp of the situation; she 
had been up several times a night recently, complaining of bad dreams, and on 
the way to the Aerodrome she had been perfectly quiet. She stared at her father 
with large red eyes. Tears came to Hackworth's eyes, and his nose began to run. 
He blew his nose plangently, held the handkerchief over his face for a moment, 
and composed himself.