"Yes; tell my sister to come to me."
He took a turn across the floor, and paused by the open window. As the night air rustled the brown locks on his temples, he sighed deeply. The door opened, and a tall, slender woman, of perhaps thirty-five years, entered the room. She was pale and handsome, with a profusion of short chestnut curls about her face. With her hand resting on the door, she said, in a calm, clear tone:
"Well, Guy."
He started, and, turning from the window, approached her.
"May, I want a room arranged for this child as soon as possible.
Will you see that a hot footbath is provided? When it is ready, send
Harriet for her."
His sister's lips curled as she looked searchingly at the figure on the sofa, and said coldly:
"What freak now, Guy?"
For a moment their eyes met steadily, and he smiled grimly.
"I intend to adopt that poor little orphan; that is all!"
"Where did you pick her up, at the hospital?" said she sneeringly.