"Am I too early?" she whispered. "I couldn't wait."
"Come in," I smiled.
She came in, glanced carelessly at my visitor, and walked over to my window. She was dressed in an autumnal brown, with a trim little hat that somehow made her look more mature and less childish than she had seemed before, though still more like a frank brown-faced boy than a young lady. I saw that Carney's eyes followed her to the window with a look of startled attention.
"I think that is all I wanted to ask you at this time," I said, meaning to imply that the interview was ended.
"Yes," he said, irrelevantly, without taking his eyes from Jean.
I rose. "I may come to you again, Mr. Garney,--"
At the name, Jean turned swiftly and came to us.
"Oh, are you Mr. Garney?" she asked eagerly, putting out her hand. "I'm so glad to meet you. Gene has told me about you. I'm Gene's twin sister, Jean."
He looked like a man in a dream, and I could see that his voice had caught in his throat. He took her hand and held it, looking down at her.
"I didn't know that Gene had a sister," he said at last.