"Yes; and I'll bring my sister."
"Your sister?" She drew back slightly. "Turn round, please—this way—and let me look at you."
He turned, laughing. Her eyes searched his face.
"Yes; you meant that. Why do you want to bring your sister?"
"Because I want you to know her."
"Are you sure—quite—quite sure—you want her to know me?"
"Quite—quite sure. If you don't mind—if she won't bore you."
"Oh, she won't bore me."
"You're not afraid of that monotony?"
She turned and looked long at him. "You are very like your sister," she said.