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I am quite confident that nothing will." "In that frame of mind," said his sister, smiling, "you are the healthiest companion in the world for her, for you will either cure her, or she you; and it is all right either way." "Certainly it will be all right," he said confidently.
For a few moments he paced the room, reflective, quickening his pace all the while; and his sister watched him, silent in her indecision.
"I'm going up to see the kids," he said abruptly.
The children, one and all, were in the Park; but Eileen was sewing in the nursery, and his sister did not call him back as he swung out of the room and up the stairs.

But when he had disappeared, Nina dropped into her chair, aware that she had played her best card prematurely; forced by Rosamund, who had just told her that rumour continued to be very busy coupling her brother's name with the name of the woman who once had been his wife.
Nina was now thoroughly convinced of Alixe's unusual capacity for making mischief.
She had known Alixe always--and she had seen her develop from a talented, restless, erratic, emotional girl, easily moved to generosity, into an impulsive woman, reckless to the point of ruthlessness when ennui and unhappiness stampeded her; a woman not deliberately selfish, not wittingly immoral, for she lacked the passion which her emotion was sometimes mistaken for; and she was kind by instinct.
Sufficiently intelligent to suffer from the lack of it in others, cultured to the point of recognising culture, her dangerous unsoundness lay in her utter lack of mental stamina when conditions became unpleasant beyond her will, not her ability to endure them.
The consequences of her own errors she refused to be burdened with; to escape somehow, was her paramount impulse, and she always tried to--had always attempted it even in school-days--and farther back when Nina first remembered her as a thin, eager, restless little girl scampering from one scrape into another at full speed.