"What shall I do when you are gone ?" At this pitiful appeal, Carrington felt a sudden pang.

He found that he was not so old as he had thought.

Certainly he had grown to like her frank honesty and sound common sense, and he had at length discovered that she was handsome, with a very pretty figure.

Was it not something like a flirtation he had been carrying on with this young person for the last month?
A glimmering of suspicion crossed his mind, though he got rid of it as quickly as possible.

For a man of his age and sobriety to be in love with two sisters at once was impossible; still more impossible that Sybil should care for him.
As for her, however, there was no doubt about the matter.