Brace came close to her and put his hands on her shoulders.
“What’s the matter, girl?” he asked in his quick, blunt way.
The tears came to Lynda’s eyes, but she did not shrink.
“Brother,” she said slowly, “I—I want to marry Con and—I do not dare.”
Kendall dropped in the nearest chair, and stared blankly at his sister.
“Would you mind being a bit more—well, more explicit?” he faltered.
“I’m going to ask you—some questions, dear. Will you—tell me true?”
“I’ll do my best.” Kendall passed his hand through his hair; it seemed to relieve the tension.
“Brace, can a man truly love many times? Perhaps not many—but twice—truly?”
“Yes—he can!” Brace asserted boldly. “I’ve been in love a dozen times myself. I always put it to the coffee-urn test—that settles it.”