You are my father's eldest sister, and I mean to make you love me, if you will give me the least chance to do so." She looked around her, enquiringly, and Aunt Jane pointed a bony finger at the porch.
"That is the way.

Phibbs will take you to Misery, the housekeeper, and then return to me.

Remember, I dine promptly at seven." "I shall count the minutes," said Louise, and with a laugh and a graceful gesture of adieu, turned to follow Martha into the house.
Jane Merrick looked after her with a puzzled expression upon her face.
"Were she in the least sincere," she muttered, "Louise might prove a very pleasant companion.

But she's not sincere; she's coddling me to win my money, and if I don't watch out she'll succeed.

The girl's a born diplomat, and weighed in the balance against sincerity, diplomacy will often tip the scales.