Then by some secret intuition known only to the female mind they reached a conclusion, an entirely satisfactory conclusion, too, for at once they were in each other's arms.
"You are Moira ?" cried Mandy.
"Yes," said the girl in an eager, tremulous voice.

"And my brother?
Is he well ?" "Well?
Of course he is--perfectly fine.

He is sleeping now.

We will not wake him.

He has had none too good a night." "No, no," cried Moira, "don't wake him.