"Like theirs—in what way?"
"I'm glad you haven't thought it necessary to make any protest at our being here alone."
A slight motion of his beloved's shoulders told him she was not fully at one with him.
"How foolish, Burton, of course I trust you absolutely, only—"
"Only what—"
She evidently felt that it was a moment when something decisive must be done, for she came and laid her head, not on his shoulder, but as near as she could reach, which was about in the turn of his elbow.
His arm was coldly limp. "Only what?" he repeated.
"Only we're not really alone."
"What do you mean, Claudia?"
"They're all here—my brothers and sister."