She did not speak, but there was something in her manner that hinted at disdainful amusement.
“I think you’re hardly fair to her,” he said.
“It’s possible,” Millicent replied carelessly. “Does it matter?”
“Well,” he broke out with some warmth, “the girl hasn’t such an easy time among you; and one can only respect her for the way she stands by her brother.”
“Have you anything to say in his favor?”
“It would be pretty difficult,” admitted Lisle. “But you can’t blame his sister for that.”
“I don’t think I’ve shown any desire to do so,” she retorted.
Lisle knit his brows.
“You people are rather curious in your ideas. Now, here’s a lonely girl who’s pluckily trying to look after that senseless lad, and not a one of you can spare her a word of sympathy, because she doesn’t run on the same stereotyped lines as you do. Can you help only the people who will conform?”
Millicent let this pass, and after an indifferent word or two she turned away. Before she reached home, however, she met Nasmyth.