"And I will," she told herself smilingly, "if my father leaves me time."
"There is nothing wrong with me," came stiffly in answer; and then, as if the word were extorted by conscience,—"Except—"
"Except that you have rather too much to do, I suppose."
"Thanks, no; not in the least."
"Did you spend your month at home?"
"Three days of it. The rest in Scotland. No, I have not been home since."
"That was a very scanty allowance for your sister."
"My sister went to Scotland with me."
"Ah, Scotland is delightful. But I know Scotland, and I don't know Craye. I am more interested in Craye," said Dorothea. "You know I have seen your sister once, and your brother more than once. He is so like you."
"Mervyn! We are opposites."