'I shall never like her!' 'Well, that's awkward,'-- said the boy slowly, 'because--' 'Because what ?' 'Because I believe she means to marry father!' Pamela laughed angrily.
'Ah, you've found that out too!' Desmond pulled down the blind again, and they went back to the fire, sitting on the floor beside it, with their arms round each other, as they had been used to do as children.

And then in a low voice, lest any ears in the sleeping house should be, after all, on the alert, he told her what he had seen in the library.

He was rather ashamed of telling her; only there was this queer sense of last words--of responsibility--for his sister, which excused it.
Pamela listened despondently.
'Perhaps they're engaged already! Well,--I can tell you this--if father does marry her, she'll rule him, and me--if I give her the chance--and everybody on the place, with a rod of iron.' Desmond at first remonstrated.

He had been taken aback by the sudden vision in the library; and Pamela's letters for some time past had tended to alter his first liking for 'Broomie' into a feeling more distrustful and uncertain.

But, after all, Broomie's record must be remembered.