As her sister, I feel sure that it is the best thing she could do." Harry's brow became clouded, and there was a look of anger on his face as he answered her.
"Lady Clavering," he said, "your sister will never marry my cousin Archie.

I look upon the thing as impossible." "Perhaps it is, Harry, that you--you yourself would not wish it." "Why should I wish it ?" "He is your own cousin." "Cousin indeed! Why should I wish it, or why should I not wish it?
They are neither of them anything to me." "She ought not to be anything to you." "And she is nothing.

She may marry Archie if she pleases, for me.

I shall not set her against him.

But, Lady Clavering, you might as well tell him to get one of the stars.