You remember that Governor Rutherford they had a little time ago?
the writer of that little set of drawing-room plays--_Nineteenth Century Interludes_, I think he called them?
It was his last year, and he started for home while Isabel Bretherton was acting at Kingston.

He came home full of her, and, knowing all the theatrical people here, he was able to place her at once.

Robinson decided to speculate in her, telegraphed out for her, and here she is, uncle, aunt, and invalid sister into the bargain.' 'Oh, she has a sister ?' 'Yes; a little, white, crippled thing, peevish--cripples generally are--but full of a curious force of some hidden kind.

Isabel is very good to her, and rather afraid of her.

It seems to me that she is afraid of all her belongings.