“No, no.” He lifted his hand with difficulty. “We will talk of this again—not just now. I will think about it. Poor George! poor fellow!” and as she fetched him a restorative Penelope felt, with a renewal of the old bitterness, that his first thought was still for Ferrers, not for her.
It was not until the next day that he returned to the subject; but in the interval she caught his eyes following her wistfully, as though he was trying to discover the reason for such hardness of heart. But his voice was gentle as he held out his hand to her when they found themselves alone, and said, “Now, Pen, come and sit here, and let us talk things over.” It did not occur to her to resent this fatherly attitude on the part of a brother no older than herself. He had always stood somewhat apart, and taken the lead, and until the last few months she had never admitted a doubt of his insight or his wisdom. He looked at her searchingly as she sat down beside him. “There is one thing I must ask first,” he said. “Is there any one else?”
The blood rushed to Penelope’s face, but she looked him straight in the eyes. “There is,” she said. “But don’t look at me in that way, Colin, as if I had been encouraging some one else while I was engaged to George. I think you might know me better than that.”
“You should have told me about it.”
“How could I? There was nothing to tell. He didn’t speak until it was too late.”
“But when he spoke, you came at once to the conclusion that you preferred him to George?”
“Not quite that. It wasn’t so sudden. I—I liked him before, but because he said nothing I thought he—didn’t care.”
“And now you wish George to release you that you may become engaged to him?”
“It’s not that! He promised never to speak of that sort of thing again. How dare you say such things to me, Colin? It’s not just—you know it isn’t. If you knew anything about love—but you don’t—— It is simply that I can’t promise to love and obey one man when I know in my heart that I don’t love him, but some one else.”
She had sprung up from her low seat and confronted him with flushed cheeks and grey eyes flashing. Colin hardly knew his quiet sister, and he felt abashed before her indignation. “Forgive me, Pen,” he said. “I only wanted to know all the ins and outs of the matter. Why didn’t you tell me about it before?”