"The dreadful thing is that she doesn't like the place."
"Ah—that's what I want to get at. She isn't happy in it?"
"No. She isn't happy."
He meditated. "Your sister didn't tell me that.'
"She couldn't."
"I mean your other sister—Miss Cartaret."
"She wouldn't. She'd think it rather awful."
He laughed. "Heaps of people think it awful to tell the truth. Do you happen to know why she doesn't like the place?"
She was silent. Evidently there was some "awfulness" she shrank from.
"Too lonely for her, I suppose?"