It never entered into Maulevrier's mind to be ceremonious about his sister Molly.

She was so much a part of himself that it seemed as if anyone who knew him must needs know her.

Molly sat a little way from the window by which Mr.
Hammond was standing, and looked at him doubtfully, wonderingly, with not altogether a friendly eye, as he stood with his profile turned to her, and his eyes upon the landscape.

She was inclined to be jealous of her brother's friend, who would most likely deprive her of much of that beloved society.

Hitherto she had been Maulevrier's chosen companion, at Fellside--indeed, his sole companion after the dismissal of his tutor.
Now this brown, bearded stranger would usurp her privileges--those two young men would go roaming over the hills, fishing, otter-hunting, going to distant wrestling matches and leaving her at home.