"I used to think I hated goodness. But I see now that it was the theory of it, the talking about it, that sickened me. Janey and Roger never talk about it. And then, when I had broken away from the aunts and went to Paris, the life there was really evil under a thin veil which soon got torn. And then I came here, and met Janey and Roger, and got to know them well."
"He is Mr. Le Geyt's younger brother, I suppose?"
"No, first cousin."
"That short-nosed, sunburnt, silent man we met at the bridge yesterday?"
"Yes."
"I liked his looks."
"He is straight," said Annette, "and so is Janey. I always think of them together, because they are so alike. They might be brother and sister, and I'm sure they are as fond of each other as if they were. They aren't clever, of course, like you and Mr. Stirling, but then I'm not clever myself. They are just the kind of people I like."
"My poor child, I am afraid you must give them up."
"I'd rather give up anybody than them, except you."