You may have noticed that she called me 'sister'." "I don't think that I shall call _her_ sister," he remarked with decision.

"She is too alarming." "Not really when you come to know her, for she has the kindest heart and is wonderfully gifted." "Gifts which make people tell others that they are going to die are not pleasant, Miss Ogilvy." She shivered a little.
"If her spirit--I mean the truth--comes to her, she must speak it, I suppose.

By the way, Godfrey, don't say anything about this talisman and the story you told of it, at Kleindorf, or in writing home." "Why not ?" "Oh! because people like your dear old Pasteur, and clergymen generally, are so apt to misunderstand.

They think that there is only one way of learning things beyond, and that every other must be wrong.
Also I am sure that your friend, Isobel Blake, would laugh at you." "I don't write to Isobel," he exclaimed setting his lips.
"But you may later," she said smiling.

"At any rate you will promise, won't you ?" "Yes, if you wish it, Miss Ogilvy, though I can't see what it matters.
That kind of nonsense often comes into my head when I touch old things.
Isobel says that it is because I have too much imagination." "Imagination! Ah! what is imagination?
Well, goodbye, Godfrey, the carriage will come for you at the same time next Sunday.