"Good news, of course, unadulterated good news. Best news you ever heard. I now don't laugh, or knock my block off for the good news is that I've got a sister."
"What of it?" was Francis' brusque response. "I always knew you had sisters in England."
"But you don't get me," Henry dragged on. "This is a perfectly brand new sister, all grown up, and the most beautiful woman you ever laid eyes on."
"And what of it?" growled Francis. "That may be good news for you, but I don't see how it affects me."
"Ah, now we're coming to it," Henry grinned. "You're going to marry her. I give you my full permission…"
"Not if she were ten times your sister, nor if she were ten times as beautiful," Francis broke in. "The woman doesn't exist I'd marry."
"Just the same, Francis boy, you're going to marry this one. I know it. I feel it in my bones. I'd bet on it." "I'll bet you a thousand I don't."
"Aw, go on and make it a real bet," Henry drawled. "Any amount you want."
"Done, then, for a thousand and fifty dollars. Now go right into the office there and take a look at her."
"She's with Leoncia?"