Sisters, to my mind, are as interesting as anybody, and more so.

But how on earth, Wallace, have you escaped falling in love with her all this time ?' 'Oh, I had enough of that last year,' said Wallace abruptly, rising and looking for his overcoat, while his face darkened; 'it's an experience I don't take lightly.' Kendal was puzzled; then his thoughts quickly put two and two together.
He remembered a young Canadian widow who had been a good deal at Mrs.
Stuart's house the year before; he recalled certain suspicions of his own about her and his friend--her departure from London and Wallace's long absence in the country.

But he said nothing, unless there was sympathy in the cordial grip of his hand as he accompanied the other to the door.
On the threshold Wallace turned irresolutely.

'It will be a risk next Sunday,' he said; 'I'm determined it shan't be anything more.

She is not the woman, I think, to make a quarrel out of a thing like that.' 'Oh no,' said Kendal; 'keep your courage up.