"Is it?"
He suddenly aimed one of his shafts of ridicule at her.
"A novelist and so unobservant?"
"Oh, no," said Wyn, gravely, leaning forward, her chin on her hand, and still following the couple with her eyes. "I am not unobservant."
"Yet you don't see that your brother is attracted?"
"I see it quite well."
"Your tone implies dissatisfaction. Don't you like Miss Brabourne?"
"You ask home questions; I hardly feel able to answer you. I know so little of her."
He arched his eyebrows.
"Is hers such a very intricate character?"