She seems to have fallen foul of your sister." "The dearest old soul that ever lived," said Jaffery.
"That's why.

I'm sure I know your sister perfectly.

The daughter of an Albanian patriot who used to kill pigs in Chicago--why, what can your poor sister do with her?
Your sister is much older than you, isn't she ?" "Ten years.

How did you guess ?" Doria smiled with feminine wisdom.

"She's the gentlest maiden lady that ever was.