“What do you mean?”
“That Nelatu, the Indian, seems to be one of them.”
“Have you anything against him?”
“Oh, no. I am only afraid he’ll be the loser by the intimacy.”
“Am I so dangerous?” asked her brother.
“Yes, Warren, you are dangerous, for, with all your pretended goodness, you lack principle. You cannot conceal your real character from me. Remember, I am your sister.”
“I am glad you remind me. I should forget it.”
“That’s because you avoid me so much. If you believed in my wishes for your welfare, you would not do that.”
Her voice trembled as she spoke.
“Indeed, then I beg you won’t waste your sympathy on me. I’m perfectly able to take care of myself.”