Oh, it was so hard to go on. One truth must lead to another. If he told her he was her brother in the flesh as well as in the spirit, she would want to know how, why; and the explanation would involve her father. He had not thought of that quite so plainly. But he could not now stop. He must go on. He felt about for a way by which to approach the revelation gradually.
"You have never had a brother, have you?" he asked.
"No."
"Would you like to have one?"
"I've always wanted a brother."
"How would I do for one?"
She looked at him curiously, then the sober face relaxed and she smiled.
"Oh, you'd make a fine one."
"You wouldn't object."
"I should think not."