Your brother evidently has a taste for queer people, and very likely he's been at least half sincere when he's made you believe he had a literary motive behind it.

We all go through----" "Thanks, Mr.Russell," she interrupted.

"Let's don't say any more." He looked at her flushed face and enlarged eyes; and he liked her all the better for her indignation: this was how good sisters ought to feel, he thought, failing to understand that most of what she felt was not about Walter.

He ventured only a word more.

"Try not to mind it so much; it really doesn't amount to anything." She shook her head, and they went on in silence; she did not look at him again until they stopped before her own house.