“Eunice, who do you think has come to Dr Everett’s? His brother Justin.”
“Has he come already? The doctor told me this morning that he expected him, but he did not say when.”
She came forward to the glass and began to arrange her hair, which had fallen down, with the full light of the evening sunshine on her face. Fidelia made herself busy about the room for a minute, and then, turning to the window, stood regarding her sister.
Eunice was just as usual, except for the traces of tears upon her cheeks; and Fidelia was not even sure of the tears now.
“And did you see him? Has he changed much? Do you like him?” asked Eunice, busy still with her hair.
“Yes, I saw him. Changed? I can’t say. I don’t remember him. No; upon the whole, I don’t think I shall like him much.”
Eunice turned and looked at her, smiling.
“Oh, you’ll like him! I am not afraid of that.”
“Eunice, did you know that Justin Everett was coming home?”
“His brother told me this, morning. Of course I knew that he would come some time. I shall be glad to see him.”