"You aroused it."
"By wounding it, and at the expense of what fell dead beside it. Love died that day, little sister, and for that death there is no reincarnation."
Again the feverish desire for escape came over her, seeming to burn through every vein, and she sprang to her feet and rang for the maid.
"I'm likely to do almost anything to-night," she said. "Shall I make it a double event when you're ready?"
"A double—what?"
"Double event—double wedding? I can easily do so. Is it a good way to drown your griefs, Silvie? Because the prospect of being alone after you and Jack marry actually terrifies me."
"You little goose, you'll live with us!"
"I see myself doing it!—the superfluous spinster to be reckoned with, counted in at dinners, mollified by kindness, secretly feared for her acidulated tongue, to be employed later in either bribing or disciplining the children."
"Di!"
"What?"