Lawrence was silent a moment.
“It will be terrible for those girls to have to live in London,” he said at last.
“What—are they sisters?” she cried. “Do you mean Paddy and the goody-goody girl?”
“Yes.”
“But you didn’t say they were sisters before.”
“Didn’t I?” carelessly. “Well, probably I didn’t think about it.”
Gwen watched him thoughtfully.
“Do you know,” she said at last, “I think you’ll just have to go home and marry Paddy, and make the mother and the other one a present of their old home.”
“Paddy would almost as soon marry the Sultan of Turkey.”
Gwen looked at him with a sudden light of understanding.