Claire kissed him affectionately.
“Hang me if I don’t begin to hate May. She doesn’t seem like a sister to us. Been here to-day, hasn’t she? I heard they’d come back.”
“Yes,” said Claire with a sigh.
“It was cowardly of them to go off like that, when you were in such trouble. You did not have a single woman come and say a kind word when—that was in the house.”
“Don’t speak of it, dear,” said Claire. “Mrs Barclay came, though.”
“Rum old girl! I always feel ready to laugh at her.”
“She has a heart of gold.”
“Old Barclay has a box of gold, and nice and tightly he keeps it locked up. I say, he’ll sell us up some day.”
“Morton dear, I can’t bear to talk to you to-night; and don’t speak like that of May. She has her husband to obey.”
“Bless him!” cried Morton musingly. “Good-night, Sis.”