She had a great deal to say.
"Really, this is a little the most absurd thing I ever heard of," she fumed.

"What in the world does your brother mean ?" That she quite ignored her own relationship to the culprit was not lost on Bertram.

He made instant response.
"As near as I can make out," he replied smoothly, "YOUR brother has fallen under the sway of a pair of great dark eyes, two pink cheeks, and an unknown quantity of curly hair, all of which in its entirety is his namesake, is lonesome, and is in need of a home." "But she can't live--here!" "Will says she shall." "But that is utter nonsense," cut in Cyril.
"For once I agree with you, Cyril," laughed Bertram; "but William doesn't." "But how can she do it ?" demanded Kate.
"Don't know," answered Bertram.

"He's established a petticoat propriety in you for a few hours, at least.

Meanwhile, he's going to think.