"Poor girl!" she murmured.
Drying her tears, Virginia went on:
"When he's himself there isn't a finer man in the world, but when he's not—"
"Tell me everything," said Fanny, putting her arm sympathetically round her little sister's waist.
Virginia turned away. Confusedly she said:
"I can't—now."
"Oh, yes, you can," said Fanny coaxingly, "me—your sister."
"No—no—"
"Yes, you can, dear. Does he come home in a nasty temper?"
"He's generally in the best of tempers—at first."