I should like to go see her." "She told us a great deal about your mother, and your sister--a sister to whom you were greatly attached." Phyllis' voice had become low and serious; every tone suggested sympathy.
"I had such a sister," said he slowly.

His eyes were not turned toward her.

They were fixed upon a little model of St.Catherine of Siena,--a virgin among the clouds,--which was set in the panel of an old cabinet beside him.

"I had such a sister--Rosamund; she is dead." "Mrs.Haddon told us so," said Phyllis.

"She talked about your mother, and your sister, and of the influence which they had had upon your life--your career." "They are both dead," said he.
"They did not live to see your triumph; that is what your tone suggests," said she.