Possibly she saw this, for now she answered, "I did." The sound was deep in her throat.
"Saturday week," said Robert. "I feel to the man as a brother, already.
Do you live—you'll live in the country?"
"Abroad."
"Not in Old England? I'm sorry for that. But—well! Things must be as they're ordered. Heigho! I've got to learn it."
Dahlia smiled kindly.
"Rhoda will love you. She is firm when she loves."
"When she loves. Where's the consolation to me?"
"Do you think she loves me as much—as much"
"As much as ever? She loves her sister with all her heart—all, for I haven't a bit of it."
"It is because," said Dahlia slowly, "it is because she thinks I am—"