“She is not like me,” he said moodily. “She is altogether different.”
“Never mind,” she said brightly; “I shall like her all the same.”
“I am afraid——” he began.
“Yes? What are you afraid of?” she asked.
“You see, my sister is going away very shortly; in fact, she may leave any day,” he answered confusedly.
“Oh, I am so sorry,” she said simply.
“Yes,” he continued desperately, “and, of course, as her stay here is going to be so very short, she thinks—I mean she fears——”
“Well, go on,” said Fenella calmly.
“She fears that she could not be of much assistance to you.”
“But I myself am not going to stay long,” she said. “But it will be very kind of her to let me see something of her before she leaves. It will silence the evil tongues.”