"Well—if Gwenda can get over 'the other thing', I should think you might. She has to see more of her."
"It's different for Gwenda."
"How is it different for Gwenda?"
She hesitated. She had meant that Gwenda hadn't anything to lose. What she said was, "Gwenda hasn't anybody but herself to think of. She hasn't let you in for Alice."
"No more have you."
He smiled. Mary did not understand either his answer or his smile.
He was saying to himself, "Oh, hasn't she? It was Gwenda all the time who let me in."
Mary had a little rush of affection.
"My dear—I think I've let you in for everything. I wouldn't mind—I wouldn't really—if it wasn't for you."
"You needn't bother about me," he said. "I'd rather you bothered about your sister."